"Mark, Cassandra is alive!" Edward exclaimed.
"Then where is she? I'm sure Ava will be happy if she finds out about this good news," Mark said happily.
"But she doesn't remember me or Akia. She doesn't even remember her daughter," Edward explained, his voice sad.
"But bro, at least she was alive," Mark said, "but are you sure she was Cassandra? What if you just mistook her? "
"I'm certain Mark; I know my wife so well; all I need to know is what really happened five years ago, why Anthony claimed my wife as his, and why she can't remember us," Edward said.
"I need your help, Mark. I need one of your men to investigate what happened five years ago, including all the passengers who died, as well as Anthony and how Cassandra ended up with him," Edward said, his fist clenched.
"Don't worry, I'm going to help you," Mark said as he tapped his shoulder.
~
Anthony and Anastasia arrive home. "Ana, take Eddie to your room and play with him while I and your mother talk," he said, as Ana followed his father upstairs with Eddie.
Anthony then sat on the couch, his left leg over his shaking right. He looks frustrated when he looks at her. "He shouldn't be upset because he's the one who's being a jerk for no reason," she said to herself.
Anastasia rolls her eyes and enters their room upstairs. She then notices tears welling up in her eyes. She simply wants to know why everyone keeps mistaking her for Cassandra, and Anthony becomes enraged as a result of that. She had no idea why she was about to cry as she felt like something really going wrong. She wipes them away and removes her white beanie. The door quickly opens.
She then turned around and was confronted by an enraged Anthony.
She doesn't have time for whatever he has plotted for her. So she ignores him and goes back to changing when she feels a hand on her shoulder and turns around to face an angry husband.
"Leave me alone, Anthony," she says, but he grabs her shoulders and shoves her against a wall. Sighs she.
"Then there was the Edward situation.
You have no idea how much I dislike that man, and you talk to him in front of me just to annoy me "He yells angrily.
"No, honey," she says, "I just wanted to thank him for Eddie."
He yells, "Shut up!" and she recoils.
"I'm not sure why you're so upset!? I'm just wondering who that woman Cassandra is because they keep saying it was me. Tell me, Anthony. Are you hiding something from me?" she exclaimed.
"I'm not hiding anything from you, Anastasia; I just don't want you to be in that man again!" he growls.
"You're insane; you're blaming me for everything when I didn't do anything," she exclaimed.
"You're doubting me just because of that f*cking man! I'm your husband, Anastasia, but why do I feel like you believe him more than me!" Anthony raged as he punched the wall.
"Okay, fine. I'm sorry. But at least say something about why you get mad like that when I'm just asking about it?" she asked as Anthony chuckled, "Stop doubting me Anastasia! You don't need to know who is that f*cking Cassandra. Stop meddling in their problem. Stay here and stay as a good wife," he said as he grabbed her hair and pulled hard. She screams in agony. "Can you hear me?"
"Y-yes. I'm sorry. Please," she says, pleading with him to let her go.
She sobs, unable to believe Anthony can harm her. She wasn't sure why she was feeling this way, but she needed to know what he was hiding behind her. Her hair is free of his grasp, and he pushes her onto the bed, crying.
She comes to a halt for a moment. Eddie, their son, came in and asked where she was. Anthony told the young boy that she was sleeping. She tries not to cry out in pain from her scalp.
As the door opens, she closes her eyes and tries to hide her hiccups. "Stop crying, honey," she says when she hears Anthony's voice.
"Dinner is ready, come on in," he says.
"-I'm-not hungry," she declares. She was, in fact, but she couldn't face him.
"I'm not having your kid act today, Anastasia," he says, shaking his head.
He grabs her arm and presses his hands against her face, forcing her to look at him. She almost burst out crying, but she didn't because she was afraid of what he would do if she did.
"Either you come down or I'll f*cking force feed you," he warns, "and trust me, you don't want the last option."
"All right, I'll come down; please let go," she begs. He lets go, and she clutches the object he was clutching and sobs.
"Wipe your f*cking tears, I don't want our kids to see you like this and think you'll be down in two minutes," he demands, and she nods. The
"What happened to Anthony? I know he has a short temper, but this surprised me," she thought to herself as she walked into the bathroom and wiped her eyes dry. She squirts cold water on her face to reduce puffiness. She then goes downstairs to the kitchen.
Anastasia notices Anthony's gaze on her but ignores it.
"Hello," she says, letting everyone know she's arrived.
"Mommy, let's eat!" her son exclaimed as he ate his asparagus.
"Yes, baby," she told his son.
"How was the food?" she inquired.
"It was good, Mommy. Daddy's the best," Eddie said as he ate.
"Dinner tonight is beef mechado and asparagus," Anthony says, smiling.
She had no choice but to sit next to Anthony because there were no other seats available. She eats quietly, aware that Anthony is looking at her, but she does not look. She can't forget what happened for a while and can't believe he could hurt her.
"Anastasia, are you okay?" a familiar voice inquires. She then looked up and smiled, "Ahhh, yes, Mom. I'm just a little tired. When did you come home? I didn't notice you earlier," she lied.
"I just arrived. I think it's a good time to take a vacation now. I miss this kid. Can I take them with me? I decided to have a vacation in Baguio with my grandchildren, so if you two don't mind," Anthony's mother said, as the two children smiled excitedly for tomorrow.
"Sure, mom," Anthony replied, as he waited for her response.
"Ahh yes, mom," Anastasia said, faking a smile.
Anthony's mother insisted on them just hanging out and talking in the living room after dinner.
Anthony wrapped his arm around her and occasionally kissed her on the cheek. He's behaving as if he hadn't just hurt her.
"Anastasia, are you sure you're okay?" Anthony's mother asks, looking up to see them staring at her.
She then laughed. "Yeah, as I said, it was a long day and I just got tired," she lied through her teeth.
"Don't worry, honey; we all have bad days," Anthony says. He doesn't even appear sorry or guilty when she looks at him. She simply nods. He kisses her on the cheek.
"We can watch a movie to cheer you up," Anthony's mother suggests.
Anthony says, "That would be nice." Anastasia was the
She's just going to tell them she's tired, but she doesn't want his mother to be suspicious about the argument.
"Anastasia, you sure you okay?" Anthony's mother asks, she looks up and they are looking at her.
She then chuckles. "Yeah, as I said, it was a long day and I just got tired," she tells her, lying through her teeth.
"It's okay, honey. We all have those days." Anthony says. She looks at him and he doesn't even look sorry or guilty. She just nods. He kisses her forehead.
"We can watch a movie to make you feel better." Anthony's mother offers.
"That would be nice," Anthony says. Anastasia was
just gonna tell them she was tired but she doesn't want his mother to be suspicious about the quarrel.
So, they watched this drama movie. She wasn't really focused on it. She just stared at her fingers and sometimes at the tv when Anthony's mother commented. She would laugh sometimes. Anthony scooted closer to her and kissed her cheek again. She looks at him and he looks a little bit guilty but she just looks away and back at her fingers.
The movie was over, and Anthony's mother and the children were on their way to bed. She was the first to stand up and enter their room.
She entered the shower. She is emotionally drained and begins to cry. She despises crying. It makes her feel as if her entire world is collapsing around her. She got out and stopped crying, but the tears continue to fall.
She changed into her pajamas and sat on the bed, facing the window. She sighs shakily, wanting to sleep quickly so Anthony doesn't have a chance to talk to her.
She sighs as she feels arms wrapped around her waist. "Turn around and face me," Anthony instructs.
She did what he said to avoid making him even angrier, but she didn't look at him, so he picked up her chin and they stared into each other's eyes.
"Why are you crying? Don't cry, honey," he gently wipes her tears away. "What's the matter?"
"It was just a bad evening," she explained.
"I'm sorry, honey. I love you, and you know that, so you must always listen to me, okay?" He hugs her in his chest, and she feels a little relieved. "I'm going to find out what you're keeping from me, Anthony. I just hope that you didn't hide something that make us break up," she said to herself.
Anthony then admits his mistake. "I didn't mean to get so worked up, but just seeing you talk to another man this morning made me overthink, and I don't want him to ruin our relationship."
"You don't need to worry about that, honey; he just mistook me, so don't worry unless there's something that you were hiding from me," she said to him.
"I'm not hiding something from you. So I sincerely apologize for hurting you earlier; I didn't mean it, "he says.
"It's fine," she says. She can't be mad at him indefinitely.
"I love you, honey," he says, kissing her on the cheek.
"I love you too," she replied but she feels like it was the opposite.
She was taken aback by her sense when Anthony tenderly kissed her lips, but her emotions were opposite.