The Mystery of Lost Memory
New Wife

Karen's heart jumped almost out, as she opened the apartment door and Martin was behind it staring intently. Time still shows at 3 am, but her husband was on standby and welcomed the arrival of Karen like a detective who was about to interrogate.

“From anywhere, Darling?” The awkward smile came from Martin's face.

Eluh nervously flows from Karen's temple. “Fresh air searching,”

“This solvent?” martin asked suspiciously, though his face remained soft.

Karen nodded, and slipped into the apartment, not forgetting to take off her jacket. Then he quickly walked to his room.

Martin followed each of Karen's actions, even as the woman lay on her back. He eluses Karen's back, soft yet feeling very cold gripping.

“You know, I just love you,” Martin muttered continuously stroking Karen's back. “And you are only mine. You know what would happen if someone else touched you,”

The threat sounded very intimidating, although Martin's voice sounded gentle and affectionate. The man shows his obsessive side which is very sick, by thinking Karen like his property.

Karen did not turn her back, and chose silence. This is also a form of protest over Martin's obsessive attitude that has crossed the line. But Karen still had no power to resist Martin's will.

“Good sleep, dear,” Martin said as he kissed Karen on the forehead.

***

“Good morning, dear,” Martin greets Karen while sitting down to finish her breakfast.

Karen, who was still very sleepy, was stunned when she saw Martin sitting at the dinner table and still wearing his pajamas. No sign of going to the office.

“You're surprised, why don't I go to the office?” guess Martin, casually eat the sandwich in front of him.

Karen was still widening her eyes, slowly sitting opposite Martin.

“I'm off on purpose, to keep an eye on you,”

“What?” The spontaneous response that Karen had.

Martin nodded. “I feel, lately your attitude is strange, dear. I know you keep secrets from me,”

“No secrets!” karen did not accept.

Martin leaned next to his lips, making a meaningful smile.

“Your response made me even more suspicious,” muttered Martin, chugging the drink with a straight look at Karen.

“I have one question for you,” Martin got up, still with a firm step like a gentleman. He then brandished a key, which was greeted by a shrill cry from Karen.

“What is this, Honey?” ask Martin.

Karen is getting it wrong. “D-where did you get that key?”

“Why?” Martin stared in full view. “Your attitude makes me sure where this key comes from,”

“Restore me, Martin,” Karen stretched out her hand. “The key is mine. You don't have the right to take it for granted,”

Martin suddenly walked over to Karen. She clutches both of Karen's cheeks, spontaneous and quite painful.

“I'm entitled!” snapped Martin. “Because you're mine,”

Martin pushed Karen's body closer to him. “Once you get into my life, you can't come out at all. Life or death,”

Karen struggled to be released, but Martin's grip was too strong for her. He could only continue to hit Martin's hand as an attempt at resistance.

Karen immediately shook Martin's hand once she had the chance.

“Don't call it as good as you!” karen exclaimed, for some reason her heart did not accept when Ray was called like that by Martin.

“Ah!” Karen shouted as Martin pushed her body against the wall behind.

“You're getting brave, honey. Is it because your ex-husband is a mobster?” Martin this time gripped Karen's collar.

As much as Karen tried to shake her head, occasionally grimacing because Martin was gripping her too tightly.

“Do you think, a mafia like the White family is a blessed rich man? They are rich from the crying of many people,”

Karen did not need to be reminded of the savagery of the White family, especially against her family. Karen's impoverished little family has been devastated by the interruption of Sergio White's men, resulting in her father's suicide and her mother being hospitalized.

“R-Ray .. He .. He is different.. “ said Karen stammeringly, as Martin now grips not only her collar, but Karen's neck.

Aware of his actions that could harm Karen, Martin suddenly withdrew. His eyeballs trembled as he watched Karen cough and hurt while holding her neck.

Martin suddenly grabbed Karen. He grabbed the woman, as tightly as he could with a face full of guilt.

“I'm sorry, Honey. I didn't mean to hurt you,” Martin said repeatedly.

Karen pushed Martin away from him. Now she's crying.

“What do you want from me, Martin?! If you just want my body, please enjoy it to your fullest!” cry Karen. “But please .. please very much, allow my soul to be free. I don't want to keep on being constrained by your rules and your mother's rules!”

The tear-filled screams coming out blindly from Karen's mouth, stunned Martin. It was as if their topic of conversation had bounced, unsustainable. Martin is discussing Ray, but Karen is discussing something else.

“A-what do you mean, Darling?” ask Martin.

“I don't want to obey your mother's crazy request, as if I were an animal to breed!” Karen continued to scream hysterically, with tears in her eyes.

“Honey,” Martin trying to get to Karen. “What happened? What did my mother do to you?”

When their quarrel was at the top, suddenly Sophie's figure entered the room, mingling with them while watching Karen who was struggling with swollen eyes. While Martin, seemed to kneel to approach Karen. The old woman looked at them in alternating disgust.

“How can I enter?” asked Martin in wonder.

“You're not underestimating your mother, are you? I can hire the best hacker just to break into your home password,” replied Sophie casually, with a reluctant tail off Karen.

“You're ready, right?” Sophie asked as she pleased, not caring about the chaotic conditions between Martin and Karen.

Martin hurriedly grabbed Karen's hand to stand up.

“Prepared for what?” martin asked confused.

Sophie glares. “Your wife hasn't told you? Today is your schedule to see the gynecologist! I made you an appointment, with the best doctor in the country,”

Martin glanced at Karen, who once again shed tears. Now he knows the reason behind Karen's hysterics. He held the hand of his beautiful wife as tightly as possible, as if trying to strengthen.

“Did he also tell you, Martin?” sophie asked, looking at Karen and Martin alternately.

“What's the problem?” Martin had no other action but to ask.

Sophie smiled cunningly, while walking slowly beside Martin's ear.

“If he is the one who proved barren, I will find a new wife for you. The upper-class lady, who was well-deserved to accompany a Martin Willis,” whispered, once again glancing at Karen. Through the tail of her eyes, she could see the frozen and pale look on Karen's face.