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My Ex wife is back again

It feels like a nightmare where no one is there to wake me up. The spirit world is angered and my spirit is troubled to the point that I can't breathe. Seeing the man that tried to ruin me, killed me, in my eyes now serving for his deeds. He can't walk anymore. He can't leave me now. But I can't destroy him yet. Not until I have custody of my son again.
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Chapter 2

Susie floated in a space where time meant nothing.No watches, no pain, no sorrow. She felt like something left her. A heavy burden. She saw flashes of what happened before; the sound of shattered glass, siren, a child's cry all long gone. All the memories of her life played out one by one like a movie scene until...it let go.

 Loud thunder claps followed by lightning shook Susie from her long sleep. She looked around and tried to remember where she was.She looked and saw some syringes on a table beside her. That explains it. She was at a hospital. She heard some footsteps and lay back down, pretending to be asleep.

"Good morning ma'am." The voice sounded warm and friendly. Slowly, she opened her eyes showing a sign of someone that just woke up.

" How are you feeling now?" The kind man said. He wore a red shirt with black pants and black shoes. Ge wore a white cloak with a tag hung in it that said,'Dr.Bruce', apparently he is the doctor.

"I feel fine doctor." Susie tried to sit up but something like a sharp needle pricked her abdomen;

"You still need some time to rest ma'am, and we need to contact your family."

That statement made Susie's heart skip. Had her parents not come to see her?, did her husband hide what happened? She groaned as she sat up from the bed, eyes swollen;

" What do you mean doctor. No one came for me."

"No."

Susie hesitated. Not because she couldn't, but because for the very first time in her life, no one was expecting her. No one was in the waiting room, no husband pacing about or mother-in-law poisoning her husband's mind. She was alone. 

"The police will be hear soon so that we can reach out to your family, Jennie." 

That last word made Susie's heart skip. Jennie? 

"Did you just call me Jennie?" 

Dr. Bruce looked puzzled but he assumed that she had lost your memory so he explained;

" Well, yes. Actually you were admitted two days ago but you have a serious head injury so you might not remember anything. " Susie blinked. Slowly. The doctor didn't notice.

"So your true identity is Miss Jennie Oliver." He reached for his pocket and brought out some old photos, and a birth certificate.

"We found this in your car after the accident."

Susie grabbed them as if they were money. She wanted to know what is really going on. In the photos was the picture of a teenage girl in the 90s. She wore a baggy sweatshirt with shorts and posed with a 'peace' sign made with her hands. She seemed pretty happy even though she looked like someone who worked on the farm, but something about her looked familiar. Susie looked closer into the picture, her eyes popped. She turned it upside down. This can't be. The teenage girl looked almost like her...but younger....

 Dr.Bruce did some checkup and left. Susie jumped out of the bed, still feeling some pains, looked for some clothes. She wanted to escape. She found an old sweatshirt and a long skirt with worn out sneakers. This will do just fine. She opened the door slowly, making sure not to get seen. She quietly passed two rooms until she froze. She heard a familiar voice and peeped through a door hole to see;

"You mean that she is dead." A familiar voice said. That was Jonathan. His voice made her remember the incident, she blinked some tears away;

"I am so sorry sir." De. Bruce said. Susie heard some silent sobs. Why would he cry when he killed me. She bit her lip and thought of the numerous lies that he had told her family and wished that she could just go there and...

" Mommy, please wake up...." Her world shattered. Her sweet child;

" Mommy. Don't leave me... please." James bgan to cry. Susie sobbed quietly from outside the door. She couldn't just enter there and claim to be alive. Not when she was already dead.

" Leave Mommy to rest okay dear." Elena assured him. James looked away and sobbed silently in her arms. Susie turned away and started running. She didn't know where she was going. She just ran.

 She rested a bit just few blocks away from the hospital. She looked around. No one was there. Alone again. She screamed for about five minutes to relieve all the stress. She wanted to go crazy. She was alive, but was dead? She tried to fix the puzzles together. She was someonelse but was still herself.

No record.

She could just vanish. Live a new life. Become a musician or a ballerina. A smile slowly crept out of her mouth but disappeared. She couldn't just disappear like that, not when her son is still alive. The thought of the torture that he could be facing made her eager to go back to her toxic and tragedic relationship. She needed a way to see her son again.But how. She rested on a rock nearby and pondered on what to do. A poster flew straight up to her face, bored, she looked at it. An idea popped up in her mind.

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