Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Jerold Rouco left the hospital with the face of the young woman he had met in the hospital in his head.

In his mind, that clear face was slowly overlaid with some vague outline, but the more he thought about it, the more his head felt like it was going to explode with pain.

He squeezed his temples and closed his dark eyes tightly, breathing slowly and deeply.

He was sure that he had never seen that woman, that he had no memory loss.

He had gone to the hospital today just for a checkup, and the doctor had said he had no brain damage.

But he had no idea about the platinum ring he had previously worn on his ring finger. He had no idea why the platinum men’s ring was on his hand, or what the ring’s origin really was, let alone who the original owner of the ring was.

Only when Clementina Orihuela snatched the ring from him did his heart involuntarily flutter, but he himself showed no emotion.

It seemed like a joke, because it was paradoxical; his conscience was his, but this heart did not seem to be his.

Inside him, it was as if more than his soul lived another sleeping soul.

The door of the hospital was next to a small and humble newsstand.

There were many magazines in the open stand and Jerold Rouco caught a glimpse of one with a man identical to himself on its cover.

With a twinkle in his eye, he pulled down the brim of his black baseball cap and, head bowed, bought a copy of the magazine right away.

Only when he returned to the hotel with the magazine did Jerold Rouco leaf through it.

The man on the cover looked exactly like him, but Jerold Rouco was sure that the man was not him.

The eye-catching headline –

“Famous businessman dies in car accident at sea”.

“The secret of Adán Rouco’s car accident”.

Adam Rouco?

He remembered that the girl he had just met in the hospital, clutching his hand, had seemed to shout “Adam”….

And that Adán Rouco, who had been in a car accident at the same time as him, and that both had crashed into the sea.

Jerold Rouco’s eyes were fixed on the magazine in his hand.

He leafed through the inside of the magazine, flipped through it and pointed to the place where Adán Rouco had suffered the accident: the Bohai Bridge.

This Adán Rouco, what was his relationship with him?

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Estrella Berrocal returned to Las Villas de Repulse Bay distracted, her mind, her heart, her thoughts were all about Adán Rouco.

He could not stay at home waiting for news, he had to go out and look for Adán Rouco.

When Felipa left the kitchen to prepare the date porridge, she noticed that Estrella Berrocal, who had been sitting on the sofa, was not there.

“Third Young Grandmother, Third Young Grandmother?”

The whole village was empty and no one answered.

Felipa looked at the shoes in the shoe cabinet, the pair that Estrella Berrocal always wore was missing.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Estrella Berrocal toured many of the places where they had been together, but did not find Adán Rouco.

The only thing he could come up with was the Bohai Bridge.

When they reached the bridge, Estrella Berrocal looked again and again around the huge bridge, but there was no sign of Adán Rouco.

He shouted out to the open sea: “Adán Rouco, where the hell are you? Come and see me! Adán Rouco…”.

She was so tired that she clung to the railing and gradually crouched at the edge of the bridge.

I don’t know if it was because the wind from the bridge was so strong that it hurt her eyes, or because she couldn’t find Adán Rouco anywhere, but she was so distraught that she wanted to cry, and the tears came in spurts.

Adam… where the hell are you?

She didn’t know how long she had been sad, but when she raised her hand to wipe away her tears and looked up, a familiar silhouette appeared not far away in her blurred vision.

“Adam…”

Estrella Berrocal’s gray eyes lit up.

He went after her, “Adam!”.

Jerold Rouco heard the name again and frowned, turning his head to look, his arm already firmly grasped by a slender white female hand.

He tried to pull his hand away, but the soft body had already thrown itself into his arms.

“Adam… don’t push me away… don’t let me out of your sight again… please…. …”

The woman, buried in his chest, moaned, those thin arms, hugging him very, very tightly.

Estrella Berrocal seemed to sense that he was going to push her away and clung to her waist tighter, almost pleading, “Don’t push me away…”

Jerold Rouco’s hands stiffened in the air.

After being held by her for a long time, Jerold Rouco finally frowned and spoke coldly over her head, “I am not the Adam Rouco you speak of.”

But the little woman, completely ignored, just shook her head hard in her arms and said in a muffled, sobbing voice: “Don’t try to trick me into letting go … How can I be wrong … you are Adam Rouco … you are my Adam … I can’t be wrong … how is it possible for someone to be exactly like him!”

“I already told you I’m not.”

“Adam Rouco! You’re a big liar! You said you’d be home early on Christmas Day! We said we would spend Christmas together and celebrate your birthday together…. Why did you miss your appointment? Adán Rouco…. you big liar!”

Estrella Berrocal let out all her emotions, her screams were more and more uncontainable.

Jerold Rouco, somewhat impatient, held out his hand and forcefully pushed it away: “I will say it for the last time, I am not Adam Rouco”.

Estrella Berrocal looked him in the face with red eyes and bitten lips: “Liar, you bastard! Adán Rouco have you forgotten me, have you forgotten me completely?”

Jerold Rouco realized that the woman did not understand a word he was saying and simply turned and walked away.

Estrella Berrocal chased after him, her legs so long and her stride so big that she could barely keep up with him at a trot.

“Where are you going, Adán Rouco, you have to come home with me!”.

Estrella Berrocal reached out her hand and Jerold Rouco slapped it away so violently that Estrella Berrocal became unconcerned and staggered, hitting a railing.

“Ahh…”

A groan was heard, and Jerold Rouco looked back to see the small woman holding the railing with one hand and clutching her shoulder where she had been hit with the other, her features crumpled and she let out a low cry of pain, as if she had been hit hard.

But Jerold Rouco had little compassion and his gaze was cold and without warmth: “I have already told you that I am not the Adam Rouco you say I am, stop following me”.

Estrella Berrocal, not expecting such indifference, bit her lip with resignation and, fighting the pain in her shoulder, got up and went after him again.

“Don’t ever try to disappear again, even if you say a million times that you are not Adán Rouco, I will follow you just the same!”.

Jerold Rouco’s step suddenly stopped and Estrella Berrocal almost fell on him.

Jerold Rouco’s eyes were charged as he stared at her and said, word for word, “I don’t want to grope a woman, so you better stay away from me.”

Estrella Berrocal froze in place.

Adam would not have said those things to her, nor would he have had that violence in his eyes.

The man in front of her had the same face as Adam, but Estrella Berrocal felt strange in the extreme.

“Star, I’m schizophrenic, maybe in the next moment I’ll become someone else, like this, aren’t you afraid of me?”.

Suddenly, the words that Adán Rouco had said to him echoed in his mind.

Estrella Berrocal looked at the steely back, realized something and went after him again.

“You say you’re not Adam Rouco, so tell me, why do you look so much like Adam Rouco?”.

Jerold Rouco’s dark eyes fluttered and he stared at Estrella Berrocal, his gaze cold. “I want to know why, too.”

“Who the hell are you?”

Estrella Berrocal was puzzled because she had met Adam’s second personality once before, back in S. That night, although she did not know it was Adam’s second personality, she got along well with that second personality and, moreover, that second personality liked her, but this person in front of her, not only did she not know her, but she was cold to her.

Is the person appearing now not the same as the second personality who appeared last time?

So, could this person from … now appearing … to be the third personality?