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Fifty Degrees of Love – Chapter Five

"Christian, are you okay?" Ana asked, her hands really beginning to shake now, her nerves beginning to turn into powerhouses readying to explode.

"I am fine but, are you?" He asked her back, giving her a quick surveying with dutiful, disgusted eyes. "You're talking to me like I know you."

Ana gawped at her husband then and mentally analyse what was really going on right now because her brain kept blowing a fuse on a continual loop. She got excited when his face lit up at her and she held her breath.

"Oh, you must be Elliot's new fling. He does get through his girls quick," Christian muttered unimpressed with his brother's attitude to women. Different woman every week and he was done with them. Okay, so Christian knew he had his subs but he didn't throw them unless they really disobeyed, if they got too close.

"Erm," Ana shook her head trying to take this in, "No, I'm not Elliot's newest fling. He's, erm, he's married."

"Then who the hell are you and what the fuck are you in my hospital room?" Christian asked, his tone darkening on her, his eyes narrowing. It was like a switch had been tripped right now, "Well? Who the fuck are you?"

Grace stepped in like a saviour right at the moment as Ana felt like her throat was ceasing up on her. She stood beside Ana as she spoke up, "Ana's your wife, Christian. You've been married nearly two years," Grace tried to infuse Christian's memory with enough prompts to remember Ana.

"I don't have a wife," Christian told him mother and didn't look to Ana. "She looks like my birth mom, why the hell would I marry someone that reminds me of that?" Christian asked, acting agitated and way off any normal behaviour.

"Christian, I am your wife," Ana stepped in but, Grace grabbed her arm and pulled her back, warning her before she jumped in to the deep end and pushed Christian over the edge of what he was really mentally ready for.

"I am not married," Christian went to add strength to his words by lifting his hands up to his head but he caught a glimpse of wedding band he wore. "No, no, I'm not married. I can't be. I don't know who the fuck she is!"

Ana watched her husband losing it and realised he had never looked so small and lost in all their married life.

"I don't ever want to be married so what made you so fucking special?" He asked Ana as his chest heaved on him and then he froze, his eyes narrowing on her, "Tell me!"

"Ana, take a step outside. Elliot's out there with Sawyer, I'll come out in a moment," Grace told Ana calmly, knowing she had to command the situation and get Christian comfortable enough to be checked over again by a neurologist.

Ana fled willingly. Unable to hear her husband yelling like he did, unable to see him like this. It was like someone was drawing the air from her lungs, breath by delicate breath and Ana couldn't stay here. Her legs buckled a little and before anyone could support her she ran and never looked back. Even as Elliot and Sawyer came after her and cornered her she couldn't get the breaths in to suffice what she had lost and she struggled for escape like a caged animal.

"He doesn't know me," She sobbed and looked at them. "H-he thought I was your girlfriend, Elliot." She sucked in a harsh breath, "When your mom told him I was his wife he lost it and started to panic."

"He had a nasty blow to the head, Ana, we were warned," Elliot tried to soothe her woes.

Ana looked up with wide eyes, tears rimming her ocean blue orbs, "He said he never wanted to marry anyone so why would I be a difference?" She flashed a look to the room and only dreamt of the man she loved, "He said he could never want me because I remind him of his real mom. I repulse him." She collapsed against Elliot as she admitted the horrible truths, "My own husband hates me."

She sobbed against Elliot for more than a short period. He even dragged her over to a chair and sat her down so he could support her sobbing frame whilst she released everything she was feeling right now.

"C'mon little lady," Elliot said as he pulled back so that his mom could step in and help the other half of the Christian-Ana marriage.

Grace rose her hand to Ana's face and wiped the tears, giving her a smile. All done in a motherly fashion. "Ana, it's the head injury. It's making him act out of character. From what Taylor told us, Christian took a hard hit," Grace whispered at her gently, breaking the news bit by bit. "He's calm now but, I want more assessments done. It's clear he doesn't know you nor did he know Elliot was married or that Mia is settling down. He doesn't remember anything of you, Ana. I am so sorry."

"So what happens here?" Ana asked as if she were lost in the chaos of this. "What do I do about my marriage and my life? If he won't let me near him how do I make him see that I am the one he fell in love with?"

"Day by day," Grace told her, "You take it day to day but, I think for now you need to let Elliot take you back to Escala whilst I get him tested and I'll keep you updated." Grace offered a sympathetic smile, "There isn't a lot you can do from here."

Ana shook her head, "I just need to grab my purse," Ana said as she stood up and watched Grace hesitate. She needed to call her own mother and she needed to bleed her heart out. "Please, I just want to see him one more time before I leave his room." She watched the eyes on her, "I am not leaving this hospital. He's still my husband even if he thinks he isn't. There's not a lot I can do from our home either so I am staying."

"Okay, come on," Grace took Ana's hand and walked her into the room. Grace could see Christian was calm at her the sight of her but the moment Ana stepped in with her his agitation bubbled and burst.

"I said don't bring her in here! I didn't want that girl in here! She isn't my family!" Christian immediately became unstable at the sight of Ana and he knew he was affecting her. "Get her out of my sight!" Christian literally roared so fiercely that it sent Ana running terrified of her husband.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Fifty Degrees of Love -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Making it home, Ana felt like any sentimental was sucked from the entire apartment. Escala no longer felt like her marital home, it no longer oozed love and laughter like it had. It just screamed with memories of a life gone past.

Covering her mouth with the back of her hand, Ana left Elliot and went to the bedroom where she sunk down on to bed and sobbed in the loneliness of the room. Only hours earlier had she woken up in this bed and been greeted with her husband's love and happiness and now she was married to someone that for intent and purposes scared her.

She had seen the calculating look he gave her. She was a potential now and she knew it. He was licking his lips in eagerness at what shade of red her ass could be. He would willingly strap her down, cover her eyes and unleash a sexual frenzy however he so pleased. She knew it.

He would see her as weak now if she told him of her hard limits. After Stephen, Christian had revived her. He had been the hesitant one and he had been the one that quickly untied her when she allowed him to tie her spread eagle. However happy they were, scars of the past still haunted her and her Christian knew that and kissed her woes away.

They had a perfect marriage with no secrets, with no stone unturned. And now? Now they had to relearn everything and he was sure Christian would be disappointed in her.

As her chest began to cease, Ana found it hard to breathe. She didn't want her husband to meet her and get to know her again. They had been through so much and as much as she said she was okay with the past she didn't want to rake over it and discuss the hauntingly drastic measures she went through.

The thoughts in her head of Christian hating her this time round scared her so much she shot up and began to make for the closest where her suitcase was. However before she even reached the walk-in closest they were in she froze and looked to a photo of them on their wedding day. Beyond the extravagance of it all sat the happily married couple and she would never be able to forget how he looked at her with such love as she approached him down the aisle.

If she ran away now she would never have the opportunity to relinquish that.

Freezing, Ana realised that she fled once and she couldn't bear to leave all of this behind again. Her life here was so much for hers than ever before. Christian shared everything with her because that was how he wanted life. Now Escala was her home; Christian - pre-injury - had told her that. He had her name added to the deeds. It was signed on paper. This was her right to life as it was Christian's.

He was her life.

For that, she was going to wipe away her tears, fix the mess her mind was in and march back to that hospital room. She had a life to keep hold onto and she didn't care how white her bare knuckles got, she wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

She had thought she was doomed, but she wasn't going to calcify it and make it official. Over her dead body.

However much Christian hated her, was repulsed by her, she loved him and she knew deep down he loved her. She was going to make him realise how much they loved each other and he was not going to get a chance to chase her away.

In the good and the bad, her vows rang true and she refused to break those sacred vows right now.

With or without his memory coming back, she was going to get her husband even if it met making him fall back in love with her.

Turning on her heels she marched back through the apartment, not even letting Elliot or any security stop her. She felt them following but she drove herself at maximum speed and raced back to Christian's bedside. As she near enough broke into a sprint up the corridor, Ana saw that Grace was at the nurses' station. Taking a deep breath and slowing her pace, Ana knocked on the door before entering. Even with the current situation at hand, being Ana Grey still didn't stop her.

As she entered completely, Christian cast a gaze to her and only looked disappointed to her. "What are you doing here, Anastasia?" Christian asked in an exhausted tone and could barely bring himself to look at her.

Anastasia – that sent shivers down her spine and not for reasons she liked.

She tried not to get excited by him saying her name and it seemed she let too much escape as Christian burst her bubble.

"I still don't know you," Christian told her, the timbre of his tone growing icicles more and more by the second. He gave her a shrug, "My mother told me the basics. Your name, age, how we met. She doesn't want to overdo it with telling me who's in my life and who isn't."

"I suppose that's wise," Ana told him and placed her hands on the end the bed as if to anchor her to the spot.

"What are you doing here? I said I didn't want you here, Anastasia," Christian asked of her hoping she would just give up. "I don't want you to be here and I think that's my right. I mean I just could have you removed."

Ana laughed, "By our security?" Ana asked and watched Christian's face become solemn. "You're going to listen to me right now," Ana told him, standing at the end of his bed. "You might not remember me and I make you think of all sorts of crazy things. But you seem to forget I still remember everything. Things I already know about." She told him, "So you aren't getting rid of me that easily."

Christian released a feral growl, his hands coursing up into his copper hair, his hand aggravating his wound on his head, "Why won't you just leave me alone?"

"Because we're married so I think as your wife I have a place here. Whether you want to believe it or not," Ana put her hand up and hated that she had to prove to her own husband that they were married. "And that does change because you lost your memory." She watched glare at his ring and he threw the wedding ring at her and she laughed and looked at it as it sat on the floor, "Nice try but, even that won't make me run away again. Do you really think a pathetic move like that will do it?" Ana asked and leaned in towards him, giving him a watchful glare, "I can't force you to love me, Christian, but, I can't stop loving you."

"Maybe you should," Christian glowered at her. "I am evil, Anastasia. A heartless, cruel monster that is tainted and messed up in so many ways I'm way passed saving. I am fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia."

Ana had heard that self summation before from her husband. "I know all that, you ass," She told him, not meaning to sound quite so abrupt with him. It seemed to working, giving him his own attitude. "I'm your fifty shades double, Mr Grey," She gave him a smug grin as his mouth dropped opened. "I know every dark recess of your mind like you do mine so you best believe you are staring at your female double." Feeling like she had done her piece for the night and ignoring her shattering heart, Ana grabbed a chair and kept her distance from him as she sat in it. "Get some rest, Christian," She ordered and just watched him listen enough to turn onto his side and put his back to her.

Wiping at the corner of her eyes, Ana prayed he would wake up her husband.