The CEO's Amnesia Wife

Thea’s Point of View

My life was a total mess right now. Today was the day of my wedding, which ought to be the finest day of my life—However, I was waiting here in the church to walk down the aisle. To marry a man I didn't even know.

The guests who were in close proximity to me were smiling and making odd wishes for me. God! None of them were people I know at all. There was nothing I could call it rather than the absurdity of this.

I came out of a coma brought on by an accident ten days ago. All my memories were lost. I feel as though someone just snapped their fingers in my face, then BAM! I had no idea what was happening anymore. I couldn't even tie my shoes, and here I was in this scene. To add more to this unending unfortunate, an explosion at a chemical facility took the lives of my parents. I didn't know who did that to them, or it might have been an accident entirely. What sort of impressions did they make on me? Whom should I be on guard against? Because of what happened in my life, I could claim that my existence was a whole curse.

I made my way down the red carpet to the navy groom's suit-clad man who was waiting for me. Now that I was in this position, I found myself longing for the loud debates my parents used to have on the drive home from work every night. Even though the only memories I had of them were of their disagreements, I still mourn them. I once had a dream that I would accompany my father as he introduced me to the man I would spend the rest of my life with. However, this was no longer a possibility.

The man extended his hands to me as an invitation, but the veil hid my face. I couldn't help but notice how dashing the man appeared as I glanced into his blue eyes and continued to observe. A navy suit, a beard, and boutonniere embellishments on his chest complete an elegant-looking hairstyle that was both trendy and timeless.

When I placed my hand on his palm, he helped me forward and we knelt at the church's altar. The priest began the ceremony before asking the man sitting next to me questions.

“Do you, Craig Holden, take Timothea Curtis to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and friendship, in strength and weakness, in success and disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?”

He first looked at me deeply with his blue eyes before answering, “I do.”

Priest then questioned me. I noticed the collective hush and the anxious glances of Mason, my step-brother and his mom, aunt Joana.

“I-I do.” I was unconscious as large teardrops fell on the ground.

“Okay repeat after me,” continued Father, “I, Craig/Timothea, take you, Timothea/Craig, to be my lawfully wedded husband/wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”

“And now, by the power vested in me by God, it is my honor and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.”

My veil was raised by Craig, who then delicately pushed his soft lips on mine as I shut my eyes.

“I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Craig Holden and Timothea Curtis Holden!”

Everyone clapped and gave their congratulations and in spite of the fact that we were now husband and wife, I was still perplexed as to why I felt driven to marry this billionaire whom I had never met before.

How exactly did events play out in my life?

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“Thea! Are you happy that you are married now?” My aunt Joana Gordon and my step-brother Mason came up to me and swiftly greeted me.

I just tried to put a smile on my face because, even though I don’t like to acknowledge it, I still have some bitterness against them despite my best efforts. They were one of the reasons I was forced to marry Craig.

“Don’t be depressed because your memory will return.” Aunt Joana stroked my hair, and then both of them turned to gaze at Craig, who was behind me.

When I woke up from my comatose state, I found out that the car I was driving had had an accident. But it wasn’t the only thing that took me by surprise; the thing that made me the most apprehensive was when Aunti Joana informed me that I would be forced into marriage with Craig. The people around me told me that Craig and I had been in a relationship for a long time, but I couldn’t recall, since I was suffering from memory loss.

When I expressed my reluctance to marry, they assured me that if I married him, he would revive the company that my parents had entrusted me with. They also briefed me that my mother and father had passed away.

Do you know what the funny thing is?

Auntie Joana was my father’s mistress and their son was Mason.

I didn’t say anything else, I would have gone back and greeted the rest of our visitors, but before I could walk away, I felt a warm breath in my ear and an arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

“Do you feel tired?”

My body tensed, but I was unable to speak due to the large number of people who were observing us. I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to get acclimated to the way things are done here. When I turned around to face Mason and Joana, their lips were just slightly lifted.

As soon as I didn’t respond, he murmured in my ear once again.

“If you’re sleepy, we can go home to our new house and I’ll give you something.” If his voice could still be heard earlier, it is now almost impossible for others to hear him, since the steam of his tongue has penetrated my earlobe and curdled there.