Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Dexter looked at me innocently as he said, "Sophia... my hand hurts."

He had cleverly had the nurse stick the IV drip needle into his less–injured hand, then told me that his hand hurt.

This meant that I would have to wait on him. I even had to help him undo his pants when he went to the bathroom.

Suddenly, I understood what Damien meant when he commented on Dexter’s exceptional acting skills.

Dexter’s eyes turned red–rimmed as he said, "Sophia... you’re my wife."

"Stop it!" I exclaimed, trying to harden my resolve. He had only gotten injured because he saved me, after all. The doctor wouldn’t let him get out of bed, so I had no choice but to take care of him.

I grabbed the overnight toiletries the nurse had brought for me. With a blush on my face, I pulled the privacy curtain closed and reached out. "Do it yourself," I said.

"But my hand hurts..."

I gritted my teeth at that. "Dexter Black, don’t push things too far."

Dexter merely looked up at me innocently.

I was fuming with anger as I helped him with his pants..

Soon, I heard him say, "Sophia, I don’t need to pee anymore."

I really wanted to kill him now.

"Sophia, you’re so intimidating. Look what you’ve done! I’m swelling up from fear now."

I was rendered speechless for a moment.

"Dexter Black!" I exclaimed.

I ended up lecturing Dexter and pinching his ear as punishment for ten minutes straight. Eventually, he reluctantly admitted that he was in the wrong.

I scoffed and started to feed him soup while sitting on the edge of the bed. "Here, have more. It’ll help you recover faster."

"Sophia... Dexter started. I had no idea what he was thinking at that moment. Suddenly, he spotted an unexpected visitor in his ward.

It was Damien. He was hanging around us like a vengeful spirit.

Dexter’s face instantly darkened at the sight of him. He had forgotten that Damien was staying in the ward right next door. They both had physical injuries, after all.

"Sophia... it hurts." Dexter choked up and pulled up his shirt to show me his wound. "Look, Sophia. It took seven stitches to close up my wound."

I wanted to stop him from whining, so I reluctantly got up from my seat and approached him slowly.

For some reason, his hand no longer seemed to hurt anymore at this moment. He went ahead and pressed my head against his and kissed me. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

I knew he had ulterior motives right from the start.

Damien stiffened at the door. His gaze darkened as he glared at Dexter.

Dexter’s gaze turned weightier and darker. It was obvious that he was challenging Damien with his eyes.

Sensing that someone was behind me, I quickly straightened up and turned to see Damien. He was sporting bruises all over his face.

"Sophia..." Damien called out my name.

I regarded him with a frown. "Mr. Coleman, you’ve recovered rather quickly. How are you already able to walk around?"

Damien had pretty severe injuries, yet he was still already out of bed. So why couldn’t Dexter, who only had external wounds, do the same?

Damien seemed a bit nervous as he asked, "Can we talk?"

"No," I refused straight away.

However, Damien was persistent. He knew me quite well after all these years. He knew that threats worked best on me.

"Sorry, Sofia. But your grandmother’s condition has turned critical. She has been

transferred to the emergency room. I couldn’t reach you by phone, but I heard that you were here," he said.

I was taken aback to hear that.

Damien was talking about Grandma Rosie.

I had been worried that she would find out that I wasn’t really Sofia, so I didn’t have the guts to visit her at the hospital in the past.

"Grandma Rosie..." I trailed off, feeling remorseful. Grandma Rosie wasn’t getting any younger, after all. Even though I was still occupying Sofia’s body, I still needed to go see her.

They’re trying to resuscitate her in the emergency room now. Let me take you there," Damien said courteously.

"No need for that," I said, then glanced back at Dexter. "Stay put with your IV. I’ll be back soon."

Dexter glowered at Damien at that moment. He wanted to get out of bed to keep me company.

"The doctor said you can’t get out of bed, so behave yourself," I stopped him from

following me.

He had quite literally shot himself in the foot with his earlier demands.

Dexter clenched his fingers and glared at Damien.

This time, Damien was the one who shot Dexter a challenging look.

"Whether she’s Sophia or Sofia, I’ll take her away from you regardless," Damien said warningly to Dexter.

Then, he walked to the door and continued, "Dexter, I could snatch her away from your once, and I can do it again."

Not long after I left Dexter’s ward, I heard a loud crash. I was worried and wanted to turn back to check on Dexter. However, Damien merely urged me along and said, "Grandma Rosie’s condition isn’t looking too good. The doctors have already labeled her as being in critical condition."

"You’re her only living relative, so you’ll need to sign some papers."

Grandma Rosie was still being resuscitated in the emergency room. Halfway through, the doctor came out of the room to mentally prepare us for the bad news. Then, I was asked to sign some papers.

I felt very anxious. I folded my hands together in prayer. I prayed to the higher powers above that Grandma Rosie would be safe.

Even though she wasn’t actually my grandmother, she had raised Sofia. Besides, I had assumed her granddaughter’s identity.

"She’ll be transferred to the observation ward, though. Your grandmother is pretty elderly and 90 percent of her cerebral blood vessels are blocked. At her age, we wouldn’t recommend surgery or any stenting procedures.

Take good care of her in recent days. This time, she suffered a sudden heart attack. It was luck that kept her alive this time round," the doctor said.

I nodded hastily and thanked the doctor. Then, I sat by Grandma Rosie’s bedside.

"Sophia, I’m sure she’ll be fine," Damien said softly to console me.

I found his presence very annoying. "Damien Coleman, this has nothing to do with you. She’s my grandmother. You can leave now."

"Sophia..." he persisted in calling me that.

"Please, Sophia, can we talk?" he continued in a hoarse voice. It sounded as if he wanted to explain himself.

"I do love you..." Damien said.

I frowned and felt nauseous upon hearing that. My stomach churned as I barked out, "Fuck off."

"I read your diary. You wrote that I didn’t love you and that I’ve always despised you and never trusted you..." Damien murmured with his head lowered. It looked as if he was speaking to himself, seemingly unaware of who he was even talking to.

He seemed to have convinced himself that I was Sophia Milford and felt compelled to make amends with her through me. His behavior was downright despicable.

"I love you, Sophia. I love you more than anyone else. I just couldn’t believe that you could love me back," Damien said. His voice was hoarse as he grasped my wrist.

He continued, "You were resistant to the marriage alliance. It was clear that you didn’t want to marry me. You were the one who used to love someone else. I knew that you never really paid any attention to me.

"I just couldn’t believe that you had really fallen in love with me. In fact, I didn’t even want to believe it at first. I thought..."

I interrupted him with a sneer, "You thought that Sophia had ulterior motives, didn’t you?"

Then, I shook Damien’s hand off and continued, "Damien Coleman, you’re so full of yourself. Just thinking about how Sophia might’ve really loved someone like you makes me pity her."

Damien bowed his head low. He had a guilty look on his face, yet he was powerless to do anything about it. "I Just..."

He wanted to explain himself and justify everything. But he couldn’t.

’Sophia... Annie..." Grandma Rosie kept calling out for Sofia and Ann in her

unconscious state.

Sofia and Ann were switched at birth, after all. Perhaps Ann’s parents had intentionally switched them years ago.

However, Ann’s parents both passed away when Sofia was in her teens. The Millers never investigated the matter further. They had even favored Ann over Sofia because

Ann had been the one they raised.

The Millers regarded Sofia as nothing but an uncultured country bumpkin. They even feared that she would disgrace the family.

Ann was Grandma Rosie’s biological granddaughter, after all. It was only natural for her to miss and think about her all the time.

However, it didn’t matter how much she cared about Ann. Ann was never going to visit her at the hospital.

"Sophia, you were seriously injured and in a coma for seven whole days when you arrived at my house at the age of 18. When you woke up, you seemed to have lost a lot of your memories.

"You asked if I was the one who saved you at the time. At the time, I was very selfish. I lied and said that I was. I’ll admit that I’m at fault for that," Damien whispered.

He continued to speak about the past, "My mom said that your condition was unstable, after all. But because of the amnesia, the psychological illness you used to have suddenly disappeared. It was a blessing in disguise.

"Even so, I always got the feeling that you were faking it, I thought you were doing it

because of your parents’ deaths. I honestly thought you were faking it on purpose to benefit from the Milfords."

Damien kept talking. He didn’t care if I wanted to hear what he had to say or not.

I found him annoying at first, but after hearing him talk about me having had a mental disorder in the past, I tensed up subconsciously.

I turned to look at him and asked, "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that Sophia used to be psychologically ill?"

"So you’ve really forgotten..." Damien murmured and looked up at me.

"When you were a lot younger, you were locked in a dark basement in the orphanage for quite a long time. When Mr. and Mrs. Milford found you, you were fading in and out of consciousness. After that, you received many years of psychological therapy."