My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner-Chapter 414: I don’t Remember You!

Anastasia wasn’t able to complete her thoughts when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Right there, the hairs on her spine stood on all ends.

"I’ll call you later," Anastasia said, immediately hanging up on the call when Tracie was about to say something.

The only people that knew where she lived were Julian, Xavier, and Tracie and neither of them had told her beforehand that they would be coming.

Anastasia rushed back to her computer and switched to the front door’s camera footage. There was not a single sign that someone was there.

It was only 5am, and no one would be awake by that time to play ding dong ditch with her. Besides, her neighborhood was nearly empty, giving her the privacy she needed while she committed her murders without any snoopy neighbors nosing around.

Despite the absence of any presence at the front door, Anastasia urged herself to still check it out.

She heard the knock again, louder this time, making her jump. Her heart pounded in her chest as fear clawed its way through her. Was she being attacked?

Without wasting a second, she grabbed the baton she always kept near the door, her grip tightening around it. If this was the situation she had always prepared for, then she wasn’t going down without a fight.

She opened the door with a soft click and poked her head out, only to be met with nothing but darkness. No one was in sight just as she’d predicted. But that didn’t stop her from stepping out and searching closely as her grip on the baton only tightened, ready to use it if she ever needed to.

"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. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Xavier!!" She yelled, attempting to pick him up.

Hours later,

Xavier opened his eyes and glanced 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 voice coming 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’t come 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 stay composed.

She took a deep breath, her fists trembling. "You could have called me. You could have told me you were coming. 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 have come 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 declared. "You’re Anastasia Wallace, 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 flabbergasted.

"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 you come 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!"