Chapter 5 Two months in a resort

"Oh, her name is Aunt Madison ," Charlie answered with a smile. "Aunty Madison's nice, she plays monopoly with me and she's been taking care of Uncle Christian ever since the accident." "Has she now?" Tiffany licked her lips, her mind unable to process what the little boy was telling her. "Yup," he replied. "She's been helping him remember things." Tiffany looked back down at him in an instant, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Helping him remember things? What do you mean by that, Charlie?" "Mum said I shouldn't tell anyone." Tiffany smiled at him. "Don't worry, Charlie.

I'm a friend of Christian's, you can tell me." "Well, in that case. Uncle Christian doesn't remember stuff. Like when he woke up, he didn't even remember my name and he didn't know who my dad was either. He's been acting weird a lot and Aunt Madison is trying to help him out-" "Charles Garrison! What are you doing here!" The voice of Matilda silenced the boy immediately. Tiffany slowly raised her head up to look at Christian's sister as she picked up Charlie and carried him on her arms. "You again," Matilda sneered. "Wasn't yesterday enough disgrace already? Why are you here?" "Nathan lost his memory," Tiffany said to her. "Like. . . he lost parts of his memory, why didn't you tell me this?" "Excuse me, but why would I?" "Because I'm his fiancée," she answered. "I'm the love of his life and you know that, so does his mother. What I don't understand is why you two are trying to keep him away from me." "You are slithering pest!" Matilda enraged. "You're here to take, aren't you? To take what's ours." "I do not want anything that's yours! I do not want anything from you, all I want is Christian." "Well, I employ you!" Matilda replied. "Take a good guess at whether he wants you. Very convenient that he lost his memory, huh? Especially the parts of you in it. If he had lost the memories of you then maybe that means those memories weren't important to him at all. Because everything that was important, he remembered." Tiffany sniffed. The words of Matilda had struck her a great deal of pain but she knew how to hide a great deal and so she only frowned. "Really?" she said. "He remembered everything important? Even your son's name or your husband?" Matilda glared at her. Her eyes shaking and reddening as she continued to gloom. "Fuck you! Don't ever come here again!" She banged the door at Tiffany's face and as she walked away, Tiffany could hear her scurrying angry footsteps. Tiffany got down from the porch and walked around the house, studying it's complexity and unusualness. As she walked, the sound of horses directed her and she found herself in a ranch. The one in particular that Christian had always told her about. She heard footsteps and so she knew he was inside, there wasn't any other pair off feet she could hear. He was alone. And so she opened the ranch's door and walked in. "Is that Silverbee?" she asked him, she noticed the startled look on his face and stopped herself from laughing. "How did you get in here?" he questioned her. "I heard your horses," Tiffany replied. "You always liked to talk about your horses. Well, not as much as you liked to talk about soccer but yes." "I don't know how you knew about Silverbee but I really suggest you leave." He petted the white horse, stroking it's neck gently and causing Tiffany to smile. She understood now why he called it Silverbee. The animal was as white as the snow on the ground and as glorious as Nathan had once explained to her. "You should have told me that you had lost your memory," Tiffany said. "Parts of it." Christian chortled. "Oh, really? So you didn't know that before you came here yesterday." "Christian, of course I didn't. What the hell do you take me for?" "I don't know you," he replied. "But what I would take you for is a woman who's trying to exploit my loss of memory with a fairytale about she and I. It is not going to work, Tiffany Andrews." He picked up his crotches and started to walked away. "Okay, then explain this." She flashed the ring on her finger on his face. "This is the ring you gave to me, the night we got engaged, the same night of the accident. You gave me this ring." Another laugh came from him. "Oh my, you really came prepared, didn't you? Who are you really and who gave you this fake? Its an exact copy, I'll assure you. But our family's ring is still up in our safe. I know this because I saw it yesterday." "This is not a fake, Christian!" Tiffany found herself almost yelling. "Maybe it is, I don't care but this is the ring you gave to me. Don't you remember, Christian? I saved your life that night. The driver, who ever he was, he tried to kill you. He pointed a gun at you and I saved your life." "Oh yeah?" he said, tauntingly. "And tell me how you did it, huh?" "I kicked him with the heel of my shoe. With the heel of my heels to be exact and it went into his head. Christian, I know this is difficult but I need you to try to remember." "Bloody hell, you are really good at this." "This is not a game." "No, it's not," Christian said, approaching her slowly with the aid of his crotches. "It's not a game and I don't like you coming here and brewing up all these lies." "Christian, I am pregnant!" As she expected, a short silent followed. He glared at her, unsure of what to make of the statement but slowly a smile spread across his face. "And there she is now with the final punchline, the last grasp. What makes you think this was going to work? I know I don't remember much but I don't remember loving you. Whoever you are." "And what if you are wrong?" Tiffany asked.