Chapter One Hundred and twelve

It had been two months..... 

Two months had gone and Jay Martins had not gotten his memory back. He had tried almost everything but could not, he decided to begin to live his life that way. As a result of his memory loss, he had not been able to access a whole lot of things like his personal safe. He was there a temperamental figment of himself, he could not not get a hold on himself. Always finding himself lashing out at the slightest provocation, no one dared to cross his path, not even his so called wife. He needed to remember and the feeling of being a handicap for not being able to remember really got to him. Here he was, a vegetable and spectacle of himself, when he probably should be out there solving important issues. He still remembers the name that Charlie had mentioned that fateful day, this Bella or whosoever she was seemed to hold the key to a lot of things. He actually could have asked around from either the maids or seek or Charlie, but then, his pride had prevailed. He instead, signed up for boxing classes and would spend a lot of his frustrated time hitting the punch bag. This was not going down well with him. The doctor had claimed that he was doing his best to help him recover and kept on telling him that with time, he was going to remember but then, for how long was he going to keep on hearing these fake promises that held no water. He needed to seek out other means. 

For one thing, Stella was actually happy he had not kicked her out just yet but the attitude he was giving her seemed to put her off. She could not bear it anymore. He always asked that she avoided his company and had to abandon the masters bedroom. He spent his time in the room where that wench had slept. She felt neglected and she could not wait to exert her vengeance. She was going to crush him to crumbles and make him pay for making a fool out of her. She usually heard the maids whispering behind her back and found herself firing the lot of them especially those who got on her nerves and in her way. She was restless and kept on replacing them and hoping that they rounded off whatever there was to be done. The man did not care about her, not even now he had lost his memories, so she had to expect less from him at the moment. And this life as a whole. 

Her pregnancy was beginning to show now. Bella had successfully adjusted to her new environment. She was happy with her family and had a little job that kept her going. She worked as a dish washer at a food restaurant and would constantly see them make varieties of dishes. She had chosen this job, not considering the stressful nature because she at the very least would learn to cook. It was actually not good her condition, but then what could she say, she was enjoying it and beginning to get adjusted. Occasionally she would go home and practice whatever she saw them doing. Bella was happy once again and her father gave her all the support she could ask for in the whole wide world.