For a moment I felt as if the ground under me has cracked open and it wanted to swallow me up for a mistake I didn’t even do. What exactly has life kept for me? I can’t even understand what is all this going on with me. My emotions are mixed up and I could feel my head burdening with the thoughts of what is wrong with my life all of a sudden and I had started to question my own identity.
Who exactly am I?
Who exactly is that person who is claiming me as his wife and who exactly is the guy is claiming me as his fiance?
Whom should I trust?
Who is speaking the truth?
I can’t even remember my past. My past has become a riddle for me and I found myself believing in the fact that perhaps I had made a mistake trusting the wrong person. But again I cursed myself for even thinking like that. Alex had never caused any harm to me and I believe on him but I felt as if I couldn’t even stop myself from thinking about that guy.
What was his name again?
“Wait! What was his name again?” I thought as I paced around my room thinking about his name.
“Sullivan. Sullivan! Right!” I jumped up in my place when I remembered him saying something Sullivan but couldn’t quite remember his first name.
“Oh! What is wrong with me? Here I am thinking about him but I don’t even know his name. What should I do?” I thought of the moment when he came barging into that ladies washroom and kissed me senseless. My hands automatically touched my lips when I thought about that kiss. I could feel so much of feelings emerging out in that one kiss. The guy was desperate but was ecstatic and that made the kiss wonde-
“What in the world am I thinking?” I slapped my forehead feeling a blush rising up my face.
“Argh!” I fanned my face feeling hot and took the remote of the AC decreasing its temperature, even more, feeling hot.
“What’s wrong with me?” I muttered annoyed at the situation. I could feel a headache growing second by second for the amount of thinking I was preferably doing. Sighing, I sat on my bed and noticed the laptop on my bed. Crawling on my bed I fetched the laptop from the other end of the bed and opened it to surf the net when a thought crossed my mind.
“Why not search for him online?”
“I hope he has an online account” I muttered to myself as I looked for him on the social media sites. All I knew about him was his surname and that didn’t help me in searching for him because there were thousands of people with the same damn surname ‘Sullivan’.
“Was it James Sullivan? No! or maybe Keith Sullivan? Argh!” I was beyond frustration. For an hour I sat there searching for him but found nothing and finally when I was ready to give up another idea crossed my mind.
“Oh right! Juliette! Let me search for Juliette Sullivan,” I typed the name directly on google and screamed in frustration when all of a sudden the screen displayed a connection error.
“Why? What’s wrong now?” I began hitting the laptop and finally after trying three to five times when it didn’t work I left the laptop screen on and walked to my kitchen wanting to make myself a cup of coffee.
Earlier, Alex was quite the whole time when he drove me back home from the mall and ignored my questions when I asked him about the resemblance me and Juliette had. I wanted to know what he thought about the resemblance and was it possible to have the same face even though we were not even related.
The look he gave me made me shut my mouth because he looked kind of angry and I wanted to ask him the reason for that but couldn’t because by that time we had already reached my apartment and he left as soon as I got out of the car.
“He is weird sometimes,” I scrunched my nose when the coffee powder fell off the glass.
“This is my life,” I sighed and took the duster to clean my kitchen counter.
As I stirred my coffee and walked back to my bedroom to where I had left my laptop open, I looked at my laptop screen to find the wifi connection connected and that brought a smile to my face as I ran over to it keeping the cup on the nightstand to look at the screen. But then the color drained from my face when I saw the screen.
It was me.
I had a picture of me in a golden dress in an event with that guy who claimed himself as my husband. He had an award in his hand and had his other hand on my waist.
“What? What is this?” tears rolled down my face as I took in the pictures. It was me. Surely, the woman on the screen had the same eyes as me, same height, facial features except for my hair. She had brown while mine was jet black. The woman looked same as me but she looked happy and breathtakingly gorgeous in that pic. I read the headline to read Mr. Zachary Sullivan awarded the best Businessman of the year.
Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan titled the best Businessman of the year.
There were other pictures of them together and I clicked every single picture of them together to read the headlines.
Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan the business tycoon married off his sweetheart in a private manner which included his close family members, friends, and relatives.
Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan clicked shopping around with his wife Mrs. Juiette Sullivan.
Mr. Sullivan thanks wife Mrs. Juliette Sullivan for all the success in his life.
Amidst all these headlines, there was a picture which got my attention. In the picture, the guy whose name was Zachary was standing in a balcony seeming lost in deep thoughts as he seemed to stare particular at nothing and the headline read Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan, heartbroken after losing his wife in a car accident.
“Wait! Car accident?” I spoke up as I read the headlines.
His wife died in an accident?
“But he told me that she went missing or something like that. Didn’t he?” I muttered and looked for my phone around and saw it on my nightstand. As I reached for it, my hands accidentally touched the coffee mug and it slipped off the table and the hot coffee fell all over my hand before spilling on the ground.