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Calvin
Calvin had sat staring at the DNA test results when they came in. The twins, Callum and Vincent, were not only Marilyn’s biological children, but his as well. It was a 99.9% match. He now had complete and undeniable, 100% solid proof that Marilyn was in fact Marrin. His hands kind of shook as he put the papers
down on his desk.
A part of him had been hoping he was not wrong, but another bigger part of him was praying that he had
been, and that she was Marrin’s twin, because if she wasn’t Marrin, he wouldn’t have harmed her in anyway. Now here it was in black and white, he’d attacked and hospitalised the woman he actually loved. The mother
of his children.
Marilyn, he knew from the hospital reports, did actually have a full diagnosis of amnesia and that was why she didn’t recognise him. He closed his eyes and tried to deal with this proof of what he’d done to her. He’d nearly killed her, could have killed her, and he’d not meant to. He could have orphaned his own children and,
without knowing about them being his, they could well have ended up in some shitty foster home, that
treated them like garbage: just like Marrin herself had gone through growing up.
He had to take a moment to calm himself down, and refocus himself. Stay put and not get up and rush off to her home and apologise and beg for forgiveness. Because she wasn’t Marrin anymore. He pulled up her medical file and really read through it, didn’t skim a single thing, she actually had a full diagnosis of amnesia,
right from the moment she’d woken up.
In that medical file he read from her neurosurgeon’s notes there was he thought one of three possible types of amnesia that she could be suffering from. Calvin had to educate himself about those very things because there were in fact six types of amnesia one could suffer from. But her neurosurgeon had written that only
three could match her symptoms.
1, retrograde amnesia, which made the recalling of events or information prior to the onset of amnesia difficult. 2, post–traumatic amnesia, which was caused by a brain injury and made it difficult for her to recall events, not only before but sometimes after the injury as well, and could cause her to have difficulty forming
new memories.
Though there was no mention of that in her file and Calvin knew that she could write her books and recall who had attacked her, so he didn’t think that part of her brain was affected. The third one was dissociative amnesia, which was caused by psychological trauma or stress and made it difficult to recall personal information or specific events in one’s own life.
There was a note from her neurosurgeon that Marilyn had a complete lack of memories from before waking up in the hospital. She didn’t even know how she’d gotten there, didn’t recall the car accident she’d been in. That he thought her amnesia was likely to be post–traumatic amnesia because the other two types were usually only short–lived and memories would normally come back within weeks or months.
He’d thought it was likely she’d been awake for the entire accident, and she was so broken and battered and in to much pain from it, that she couldn’t deal with the memory of it, so her brain closed it off to her. That she may or may not get her memories back in time. There was no guarantee of anything.
Calvin sat wondering after reading everything about the different types of amnesia, and he wondered if
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maybe it was a combination of all three types. Because, yes, she’d been in an accident and gotten a head Injury, but post–traumatic amnesia was said to resolve itself 90% of the time, whereas retrograde was more likely to be permanent, but he had to consider the dissociative amnesia because of the divorce and her leaving him. Her changing her name two days prior to that accident she’d been in.
He had to consider how upset she’d been at the time, the way she’d actively wanted to get away from him, changed her name in order to do so even. So maybe a part of Marrin, the part that thought he was kicking her out of the country for good, that part of her that had just decided to become someone new. Wanting a completely new life, a fresh start away from him and, with that, not wanting anything to do with him ever again, and the accident, it had just become a full reality for her, due to her traumatic brain injury. Something he had no idea of if it would ever even resolve itself, if she would recall being Marrin.
If that never happened, then the only memories of him she was going to retain, were of him being a tyrant that wanted to hurt her, all his anger. He downed a drink from his bar cart as he tried to absorb it all.
Dealing with what he suspected was the truth and, now knowing without a doubt, what the actual truth was, were he realised two very different things.
He didn’t want her to think of him like that, but how was he going to change that for her, for the twins even? It was all any of them knew of him. He was reaching for the bottle of whiskey again when he realised he was going to get blindingly drunk in an effort to obliterate what he’d done. That wasn’t fair to her, to his children.
No, he had to deal with it, and knowing what he’d done was a penance for his actions, he would have to live with it every single day just like they had to. He put the lid back on the bottle and put it down, walked back. over to his desk and looked at the picture of her and his boys for a long time. He’d been so very wrong about her for all these years, blamed her for everything, when she had done nothing wrong.
He sat down in his chair and picked up the photo of the three of them, the family he’d always wanted, and screwed up all on his own. He felt heat behind his eyes as his vision blurred, and he had to blink back tears. “I did this to us Marrin, I will fix it. We’ll have that family you wanted, be together. I promise you I’ll never give up on you, on us, our boys. Even if you never recall yourself as Marrin, I will bring us back together. Show you ! love you.” he put that photo on the desk where he could look at it openly, while he thought about how he
could do that.
He sat and looked at the other photos of her and the boys that Phillipe had sent him and came to a halt at a picture of the twins getting out of the car to got to school. Their school name was on the gate in the photo and an idea formed of how he could start the process of showing them he wasn’t a monster.
It was quite simple, he realised as a new plan formulated inside his mind. He was quite charitable with his money, donated to many things every year, be it hospitals, disease research, scientific research or the homeless and women’s shelters. Surely there was a way he could incorporate a charity for a school into that.
He looked up the school that the boys were attending, a public school. That surprised him a little considering how much money she had. Maybe there weren’t any private ones around, or perhaps she just thought public school was good for them, so they wouldn’t have that mentality of they were wealthy and above everyone else.
He himself had attended public school, as had she for that matter, so maybe something deep down inside of her didn’t see a need for a private education to be attended, she was doing just find with her public school
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He was sitting tapping his fingers on the desk. He knew he could work with the information he was looking at for the school, could see the size of the school, and his brain was already calculating what it would cost for him to upgrade the school to the latest smart technology. Nothing to him or his company really. It would all be tax–deductible anyway, so it didn’t matter.
Calvin looked at that photo and nodded “Baby steps.” He stated “You’ll all see I’m not a tyrant.” And he sat at his desk and worked on his plan, something he would take to Kelly and the department within his company that spent his money on donating to charities. He knew there was a specific percentage of the companies‘ profits allocated to charities every year. Kelly was the lawyer in charge of that department. She had a whole team around her, they could work together to achieve his goal.
His idea was not about just donating to the school, but starting a charity himself, one that saw his company help to upgrade small public schools to the latest technology. Only his boys‘ school would be the first school that was going to benefit from the new charity.
Calvin spent all week working on it alongside Kelly and the donation team, nutting out the finer details of what it was he wanted to achieve that would make only certain schools viable for the charity, things like the size of the school, the economic standpoint of not only the school, but the social class of those that used the school as well. They would take into account the annual income of the surrounding suburbs, and the housing
market even. To determine which schools would fit the bill.
He’d told Kelly and the team to work on it, but he had already chosen the first school for the charity to help out. After that it would be based on everything they’d come up with.
Wil had come and stared at him when he’d heard about the charity he was starting, registered as an annex to C.R. Technology and asked why he’d started it. To which Calvin had stated simply, “It’s a tax write–off and a good one. It aligns with the company’s technology and Kelly and the team are sorting it out, and will allocate funding according to the rules and regulations we’ve set out for it.”
Again Wil had stared at him. “Why now?” he’d asked with narrowed eyes.
“My image and the company took a hit, as you’re well aware, I’m just trying to bring it back to what it was prior to…” he’d shrugged. “My indiscretion with that author is all.” And it was true. His bad publicity had seen the company take a hit on the stock market.
Wil had nodded slowly and stated “Alright.”
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