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I longed for a new beginning as I took a step in that direction. As always, everything felt uncertain. I boarded a train bound for the big city, wondering if I would see a different light or just the same as always...

 Divine regained consciousness to the rhythmic beeping of the General Vital Sign Monitor. Unfamiliar voices murmured in the background as she slowly opened her eyes. The stark, sterile environment of the hospital room was a stark contrast to the chaos she vaguely remembered. Struggling to piece together her memories, she looked around and saw faces she had never seen before. Panic set in as she recalled the train journey. Instinctively, she tried to reach for her stomach, but her limbs wouldn't respond. Tears welled up as she feared the worst for her unborn baby, and her thoughts raced to Sarah and her husband David, whom she had just met on the train. The possibility that they might be dead intensified her despair.

 "One misfortune after another," Divine thought, sobbing uncontrollably. "What was the use of leaving if what I left for is lost?"

 The voices noticed her distress. One of them, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, bent over to wipe Divine's tears.

 "Oh dear!" the woman exclaimed, her own eyes brimming with tears. "She's finally waking up. Don't cry, sweetheart."

 The woman, whom Divine would later learn was named Rebecca, turned to another person in the room. "Can you get the doctor, please?"

 "Certainly," responded the second voice, hurrying out of the room.

 Divine tried again to move her arms and legs, but her body refused to cooperate. She attempted to speak, but no sound came out. Her eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar faces now crowding around her.

 "The doctor is here," the second voice announced, reentering the room with a tall, bespectacled man in a white coat.

 The doctor approached Divine, conducting a thorough examination. When he finished, he turned to the group.

 "She still has a concussion, but she will be fine," he said. "She might not be able to speak for a few days due to the shock, but there is no serious damage to her external body. She should be able to walk and return to normal in three to four days and can be discharged in about a week and a half."

 As the doctor was about to leave, he paused and pointed to a button near the bed. "If you need me, just press this button. There's no need to come to my office."

 "Oh, I'm sorry. I panicked and just ran out," the second voice said, sounding embarrassed.

 The doctor nodded and left. Divine, exhausted from the emotional and physical strain, drifted back into a restless sleep.

 One Week Later

 A week had passed since the train accident. Divine had regained consciousness only twice in the first three days and again on the fifth day. She had been awake since then but still unable to speak. The unfamiliar faces had shown her nothing but care and affection, the kind only a family would show. In her speechless state, Divine's thoughts were consumed with questions about her baby, Sarah, and David. She feared the worst for all of them.On the seventh day, Divine finally found her voice. Three people were present in the room: a woman likely in her sixties, a man in his forties, and another woman in her forties. Divine, her throat dry and voice weak, managed to speak.

 "Wh... wh... wh..." she stammered, trying to form words.

 The older woman, who seemed to be in her sixties, gently gestured for Divine to take it slowly. Divine took a deep breath and tried again.

 "Who are you people? And why are you here?"

 The older woman, Rebecca, took Divine's hand, her eyes filling with tears. "I am so sorry, dear. I should have asked you to come home earlier. I was stubborn, and now I have lost my son."

 She wept openly, wiping her tears with a white handkerchief. "If I hadn't been so stubborn and hard-hearted, I wouldn't have lost him. But I promise to be good to you for as long as I live."

 Rebecca's words left Divine more confused. Which son was she talking about? It couldn't be the man who abandoned her after getting her pregnant. It must be another son.

 "I... I... I am sorry, ma'am, but who is your son? Who is my husband? I don't know who that is. I'm not married."

 Rebecca, along with the other two people—identified as Celine, the cook of the Kadara mansion, and Ben, the butler—exchanged surprised glances.

 "Could she have lost her memory?" Ben asked.

 "It is possible," Celine replied.

 "I think it's best to call the doctor again," Rebecca said.

 This time, they pressed the button near the bed, and within minutes, the doctor arrived.

 "What's the problem, Mrs. Aimo?" he asked.

 "It looks like she lost her memory," Rebecca replied.

 The doctor conducted another physical examination. He confirmed Divine could see properly by asking her to identify numbers he held up. He verified she could hear and use all her body parts. When he finished, he turned to Rebecca and the others.

 "If she did lose her memory, it might take some time for it to return. Try to trigger her memory slowly and gently."

 With that, the doctor excused himself. Rebecca, Celine, and Ben looked at each other, unsure where to start. They knew little about Divine's life beyond the brief story of her and David.

 Rebecca took a deep breath and began, "Divine, my name is Rebecca Kadara Aimo. I am David's mother. David is... was... your husband."

 Divine's face twisted in confusion and disbelief. "But I'm not married. The only man I knew was someone who left me..."

 Rebecca's eyes softened with understanding. "David loved you very much. He wanted to be with you, but I was too stubborn to accept it. He must have found you again and boarded that train with you."

 Divine shook her head slowly, trying to process the information. "David... I remember meeting a man named David on the train. He was kind to me. But..."

 Rebecca squeezed Divine's hand. "Yes, that's him. He found you and wanted to bring you home. But now, he's gone."

 The reality of David's death struck Divine with a devastating force. Tears streamed down her face as memories of their brief yet meaningful connection surfaced. She remembered his kindness, his promises, and the hope he had given her. In that moment of overwhelming sorrow, Divine realized they had mistaken her for Sarah, David's wife. Her eyes widened in shock as she understood the confusion. She glanced down and saw the wedding ring Sarah had given her to try on before the train collision. This ring must be the cause of their mistake. She tried to speak up and clarify the misunderstanding.

 "But, but wait, I am not who you think—"

 Before Divine could finish, Rebecca's trembling voice interrupted. "David wanted to take care of you and his baby. He told me how much he longed to bring you home so I could accept you. He told me this over the phone. I should have listened. I'm so sorry, Sarah."

 Divine's mind swirled with the confirmation of their mistake. Emotions overwhelmed her as she cried for Sarah, a kind-hearted woman who never got to meet her husband's family or her baby. She wept for David, who had shown her kindness and hope, whose thoughts during the train journey were consumed with reuniting his beloved wife with his family. Now, his family was here, showering Divine with the care she had always longed for. She looked at Rebecca, Celine, and Ben, feeling a mixture of gratitude and sorrow

 "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Thank you for being here."

 Rebecca leaned in and kissed Divine's forehead. "We're here for you, dear. We'll help you through this."

 Divine wept inconsolably, her emotions a tangled mix that no one could fully comprehend. She was grateful to be alive, overjoyed that her baby had survived, yet she faced a monumental decision. She couldn't bring herself to reveal to these kind strangers that she wasn't the person they believed her to be.

 "If they mistake me for Sarah, then I must become Sarah," Divine resolved silently. "Forgive me, dear Sarah, but if pretending to be you is what it takes to ensure a better life for me and my child, then I will do whatever it takes."

 As she gazed out the window at the clear blue sky, her determination solidified. She would embrace this new identity as Sarah Kadara Aimo, the newly wedded bride of David Kadara Aimo and the mother of the next heir to the Kadara Aimo family. She would secure a future for herself and her baby, no matter the cost.