"Who’s there?" She questioned but only silence responded to her.
All of a sudden, Anastasia heard a creak from inside of her home.
Her heart sank. The person was sneaking in through the window.
"Shit!" She cursed from under her breath as she rushed back inside, making sure to lock it so that the intruder wouldn’t have the chance to escape.
Anastasia waited to hear the creak once again, and she did. However this time, it was the jamming sound of a window from her room which only meant that the intruder was already inside.
Without wasting a single moment, Anastasia tiptoed over there and paused when she noticed a shadow spilling from her room. Her grip on the baton even further, and once the head of the intruder was in sight, she struck the baton against the head as hard as she could and the person slumped on the ground, losing consciousness almost immediately.
Anastasia dropped to her knees to check the face of the intruder, and she froze when she saw the face.
"Xavier!!" She yelled, attempting to pick him up.
Hourster,
Xavier opened his eyes and nced around the familiar room before he recalled what had happened before he went unconscious.
He tried getting up, but his head felt too heavy.
"You should refrain from getting up. I put a cold towel on your head to stop the bleeding," he heard a voiceing from the door.
Anastasia walked inside, dressed in casual clothing consisting of simple jeans and a top. She held a white bang in her hand and it had a green cross printed on the front.
"You went to the pharmacy?" He asked.
"I already ran out of medicines in my first aid kit box so I went to get them," she replied, settling on the bed. Anastasia’s head was lowered, staring at the ground but she could feel Xavier’s gaze on her the whole time. "Why did you sneak in through the window?" She questioned.
"You didn’te to the door even after I’d already rang the bell," he defended immediately. "Look at me," he urged, his hand reaching to touch her face.
Anastasia locked eyes with him, her rage still burning like an uncontained fire. "Do you realize that if I hadn’t looked at your face before hitting you again, you’d already be dead by now?!" Her voice wavered slightly, but she forced herself to stayposed.
She took a deep breath, her fists trembling. "You could have called me. You could have told me you wereing. But instead, you just show up at this hour?! If you were so desperate to know what the doctor would reveal, I already told you—I would have informed you about everything!"
Anastasia continued to run her mouth but paused when she saw Xavier staring at her with his eyes smiling.
The air felt different and there was also something different with the way he was staring at her. Something told her he already knew...
"Why are you hurting me?" He suddenly asked, catching her off guard. "I understand that you must have gone through a lot, but you could havee back to me."
"I don’t understand what you’re talking about," Anastasia immediately replied as she stood up from the bed and took a few steps back. But Xavier didn’t let her escape.
He stepped down from the bed and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him.
"I know you’re my wife," he dered. "You’re Anastasia Wace, my wife so you can stop with this act of yours because I’m not buying it."
Although Anastasia’s instincts had already told her he knew, she still couldn’t help but be bbergasted.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," she said, intending to yank her wrist free from his grip but he held it tightly, although not too tight to hurt her.
Xavier reached into his pocket with the other hand and brought out a sheet of paper.
"This is the DNA test I conducted with yours and Tracie’s strands of hair and it has a 99.9% match!" He showed her the paper.
"Xavier..." Anastasia could only mumble as tears started pooling in her eyes.
"Why didn’t youe back to me, Ana? Why did you stay here? Why did you change your face and your name? Do you know how worried I was about you? Why didn’t you reach out to me?" He questioned, hurt evident in his tone.
"That’s because I don’t remember you!"