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Chapter 3

Anastasia

I don't really understand what is happening, I'm so confused. I can't believe that I don't remember the last three years of my life. Then there is Christian Grey, who my parents are telling me is my husband. I don't remember him at all…

I've been awake for a few days now, and the doctor said that I will be able to go home soon, but where is home?

Where you and your husband live, of course! A husband and home I do not remember.

I don't want to go home with Christian even though he is my husband—he is a total stranger to me, and I am not comfortable around him at all. I would prefer to go home with my parents, but everyone seems to think it will be better for me if I lived with Christian—that maybe being around him and in my own home will help with my memory.

"Hi Ana- are you ready to go home?" Christian asks as he stands at the foot of my bed.

"Yeah…. I guess" I shrug, and try to give him a small smile.

"Let's get you out of here then" he smiles, but it doesn't reach his gray eyes.

I sit in the wheelchair and he starts to push me out of my room and into the elevator. I can't believe this man is my husband—I only remember my boyfriend Mike, who I am in love with.

Helping me up to get me inside the SUV, I see his driver/bodyguard Taylor in the driver's seat.

"How are you Mrs. Grey?" he politely asks. I'm still not used to being called Mrs. Grey.

"Um… good, thank you. Please call me Ana." This really sucks, I think to myself.

"Taylor let's go home" Christian orders after he gets into the SUV, sitting next to me.

He attempts to hold my hand, but I pull away from him. I can see that he is hurt by my rejection, but I don't know what to do. He is a total stranger to me after all, and I still have a lot of questions.

After a 30 minute trip from the hospital we pull into an elegant looking building, and park in the underground garage. Just like at the hospital Christian helps me walk from the car to the elevator. Because I was in a coma for three months, I am weak and I need to undergo extensive physical therapy in order to get my strength and coordination back.

The elevator stops at the penthouse, and I am impressed by the beauty and elegance of this apartment. Why the fuck did someone like Christian Grey marry someone like me?

This place screams wealth. So far all I know about him is that he is a CEO of a multi-billion dollar company here in Seattle.

"Ana… would you like to see your room?" We have both agreed to sleep separately for now.

"Yes please" I am exhausted and overwhelmed by everything and just want to lie down and rest. The truth is I want to be alone for a while….

We walk further down a hallway, and at end of the hall are two doors, one on the right one on the left. He opens the door to the left and the first thing I notice is the floor to ceiling glass windows. Wow what a view. I can see the bay and the Space Needle from here.

He lays me down to the bed and arranges some pillow against the headboard, so I can lean against them and relax. "I'll leave you to rest. Is there anything else you need?" he politely asks. I shake my head no, whisper a quiet thank you to him, and he walked out, closing the door behind him. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and close my eyes and drift off to a restless sleep.

Christian

I walk down the hall to the kitchen, lost in my thoughts. I hate this- I hate the way she looks at me, I hate the way she acts around me. I am a total stranger to her. I hate all of this. I hate myself for causing this.

This is karma, Grey. This is all your fault.

I grasp the edge of the bar counter and shake my head, willing myself to stop the tears that are burning my eyes.

I look out the windows and just stare into space. Ana is here physically, but emotionally my wife is gone. The wife I knew and loved.

I hope she was worth it….

"Mr. Grey" I was startled by Gail's voice, which was filled with concern.

"Mrs. Jones, can you please prepare something for Ana to eat?" I said, sighing.

"Of course, sir." She gives me small smile, then proceeds to prepare Ana's dinner.

When Gail has Ana's dinner ready, I take it up to her room along with something to drink.

Ana is sleeping soundly- I hate to wake her but she really needs to eat.

"Ana… baby" I shake her gently.

"Hmm" she stirs awake, opening her beautiful blue eyes.

"Gail made you some dinner." I placed the tray on the bed beside her.

"Oh, thank you." She sits up and slowly begins to eat.

"Will you tell me how we met?" she asks.

"We met when you came to interview me for the school newspaper. Kate was supposed to do the interview, but she got sick at the last minute and you stepped in for her... " I smiled, remembering the grand entrance she made, stumbling into my office.

I told her the story of how we met, the day she drunk dialed me, how we both fell in love with each other so quick. I wasn't sure if she was ready to hear about her introduction to my playroom, but I decided to get it all out in the open, so told her the entire BDSM and Elena story.

"Did I agree to be your submissive?" she asked, shocked.

"No" I chuckle." You were never my submissive. I wanted more with you, more than I have ever wanted with another woman."

"But we did play, and you let me tie you up, but it was all about pleasure, never pain" I whisper.

Fuck, just thinking about her in my playroom tied up in our bed has my cock stirring and starting to get hard…

After she finished her dinner and took her medication, I could see her eyelids getting heavy I knew she needed to rest.

"Sweet dreams baby" I whispered, and kissed her forehead. She was fast asleep.

I got off of the bed with the tray and with one last lingering gaze on her beautiful sleeping form I stepped out of the bedroom, turning off the light and closing the door behind me.

I was sitting in my office, but I couldn't concentrate as my mind was on Ana. I am contemplating telling her the truth about my affair-I know I need to tell her, but I am a coward. I am scared that it will be too much for her to handle. I know without a doubt that she won't be able to forgive me, and will leave and file for divorce.

I finally give up and go to our bedroom but sleep eludes me. With a frustrating sigh I throw the covers off me and get up.

Opening Ana's door quietly, I see that she is still asleep. I sit in the corner chair and watch her sleep. I miss having her in my arms, kissing her, telling her how much I love her, and hearing her say those magical words back to me.

So why did you cheat on her, asshole?

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. I look at the clock and see it's already 6 am.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I quickly and quietly leave her room, feeling like a fucking pervert who is afraid to get caught peeping.

I went straight downstairs to the kitchen, Mrs. Jones is already there preparing for breakfast.

"Good morning Mrs. Jones" I greet her, and grab myself a bottle water from the fridge and put it against my aching neck.

"Good morning Mr. Grey, how's Mrs. Grey?" she asks, placing a mug of coffee in front of me.

"She is still sleeping." I replied as I took a sip of my coffee.

Like I did with dinner last night, I took Ana's breakfast to her room. I found her already awake, and staring off into space. She didn't hear me come in.

"Hi and good morning" I greeted her with a smile.

"Oh, good morning. " She replied. I can tell I startled her.

"You didn't have to bring me breakfast- I can go to the kitchen" she said quietly.

"I know, but I don't want you to fall down on the stairs."

She quietly eats her breakfast, mostly picking at it, as I watched her, aching to touch her, kiss her, and make love to her, like we did every morning for the past three years.

Really Grey? Then why did you betray her? Break her heart? Why are you still lying to her?

Mysubconscious snarls at me...

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Is everything ok?" she quietly asks, staring intently at me.

"Uh, yes… yes" I said hoarsely. Fuck, I am a coward….