Chapter 165 - Confrontation

"Do you know what it feels to wake up one day and have no memories of yourself?" She asked him. 

And just like she had thought, he had no answers to give. How could he have answers? He needed to feel all those things that she did. What would do if one day he woke up and forgot his passion, ambition, and everything that completes him?!

What would he do? 

Certainly, he would go insane. 

And Persephone never wished this even for her biggest enemies.

"Do you know what it means to be helpless?" She once again asked him. 

How could a man who had suffered the greatest form of helplessness make another person helpless?

Now, he questioned if his revenge was even justified. 

Helplessness, a dreadful feeling, capable of making anyone paralyzed, emotionally and mentally. There is no cure to it. It makes you worse than a sick person. Someone like Santiago, who experienced it himself, how could he cause this to someone else? 

"Do you know what it feels to think of a monster as a God?"Persephone whispered. 

She gave Alessandro the place of a God when she woke up. She had forgotten all the torture and injustice he had inflicted on her. 

How could she? 

She did everything to make him happy. Didn't question or reason with what he asked her to do! Did he know how this felt? 

"Do you know what it means to call the only people who loved you an enemy?"

How could she forget the grievance she had caused on Carina, Sophia and Salvatore? She really believed that these three people mistreated her. 

If one day, Valencia recognised him and hated him for something he had never done, would he be able to see his own eyes in the mirror? 

Would he be able to survive it? 

"Do you know what it means to live always in confusion?"

She asked him another question, he had no answer for. Living in delusion and confusion, the biggest mental torture one could inflict on another. 

"You can't trust anyone. You can't trust yourself," She derided. "Because you depend on them as your memory bank."

Every day, she had to think a thousand times before trusting anyone. She refused to believe her heart because she couldn't afford it. 

What worse than a constant fight and confusion between heart and brain can a human experience? 

"Do you know what it feels to have people see you like a slut?"

At Salvatore's wedding, Emily accused her of being a slut. Made her believe that she was a slut because she was defiled. The loss of memories really made her believe so. 

But now, she knew better. 

Even in this sadness and fury, she knew that she wasn't defiled as they all thought. Your conscience would never let you emotionally close to those who tried to harm you. 

She was badly and terribly attracted to Villain. He didn't need to… He just had to look at him and she would be seduced. She knew how this man could make her dance to his tune… His seduction was fatal. And she might have been shot by his attack of seduction back then. 

She stepped ahead and yanked him by gripping his collar and she said, "Do you know what it is to be pregnant with a man's child you don't remember?"

The truth rippled out like a stone thrown into a pond. Again, she had voiced something he hadn't ever fathomed. 

It hit him like a poisonous arrow, piercing right through his reasoning and comprehension power. 

Her words didn't make him numb. Numb means feeling nothing. But he was feeling everywhere. Aching everywhere. He hadn't known it was possible to be so afraid for someone whose existence he just came to know of. 

He glanced at Persephone's melancholic state, scanning the plans and contours, looking for a lie. But there was none. She was not lying. 

No woman would lie about this. Moreover, she never lies. 

"You don't know!" She shouted. He doesn't know how much she hated him. "So stop saying you know!"

This sudden revelation of truth had struck him, stupefied. He was left with no words to say. 

"You played with my head, Dammit!" She yanked his collar once again but all he felt was the truth throwing him against the wall. Sadly, he didn't feel ache this time, just sadness. "You wiped the memory of mine! Happy! Sad! All! You had no right!"

He had no rights. He was given no rights. She didn't allow him. How could he do this to her? Who gave her the right to erase her memories? It was up to her if she wanted to die with those memories or be nostalgic thinking about whatever tragedy had struck her! 

Who allowed him to play with her head? 

She wasn't a plaything!

She didn't deserve this! 

Then, why?! 

Just why?! 

"Do you know I nearly killed myself?" She told him. Until today, she was ashamed of accepting this fact that she had almost brought death to her and her unborn baby. 

She wanted to shout at him and inflict all the pain she had felt because of him. She wanted him to feel guilty, ashamed, regret and all the things. She was crumbling before his time each passing moment and there was no saving her. His desire for revenge, hunger for power and stubborn personality caused the death of her leftover innocence. 

He'd said he didn't want to hurt her. But he had already killed a significant portion of her being. He didn't need to beg for her forgiveness even if she wanted him to --- because she would never forgive him. 

He took everything for her. Every right from her. It was her right to feel sad, happy, angry and all those emotions that could kill her, make her paralyze emotionally, unable to love anyone except for him. Even if the worst came to come, she wanted to face it all. 

For a minute, she got that he wiped a part of her memories to save her-- from the torture Alessandro Marino was going to cause on her. If for another second believed that he did what he did because it was for his own safety. 

Still, it was her decision. She knew even at this moment when her hate for him was at peak --- she would have never done anything and spoke any word, capable enough of harming him. 

How could he take her right away from her?