1 I got Reincarnated, but My Wife is Now My Mother! - Chapter One

What was I doing just now? Oh, right, Abigail and I were lost in the worst storm of our generation. Weren't we almost at the lodge? I sat up, feeling the worst headache of my life. My eyes started watering from the blurriness. I felt weak like I'd been through a marathon ten times over. Every muscle was stiff and stinging as I wiggled a bit. 'Where's Abigail? Where am I?' There was a crash. Something hit us or fell on our SUV. I remember a lot of blood. There was so much blood. Abigail's voice was so faint. I could barely hear her.

"Did I die? Did we die?" I whispered.

"Oh, son! You're awake!" A male voice said.

I turned my head, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My vision began to clear, revealing a middle-aged man hovering over me. He had short, black, wavy hair that was styled in a peculiar manner. His deep blue eyes sparkled like an ocean, and his features—high cheekbones, a prominent nose, and stern lips—gave him the appearance of an aristocrat or noble from some distant kingdom. Even his clothing seemed out of place, resembling medieval fashion. Was this man cosplaying or something? And where were we? Was this really a hospital?

The man was tall, even when seated, and in remarkable physical condition as I took in more of his details. His impressive beard framed his face, adding to the aura of nobility that surrounded him. But what struck me most was his words.

"Get the nurse in here! My wife and son are waking up!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency.

"Wife? Son?" I thought, bewildered. I knew Abigail was my wife, but this man seemed to think otherwise. Was there some sort of mix-up? My thoughts were still foggy, and I struggled to make sense of the situation.

My gaze shifted slightly to the left, and I noticed another bed with a woman lying in it. She bore a striking resemblance to Abigail, with long, fiery red hair cascading over her body and stunning emerald green eyes. Like my wife, she wore medieval-style clothing. Her beauty was undeniable, and it puzzled me to see someone who looked so much like Abigail.

"Oh honey, I'm so glad you are awake. I thought I lost both of you today," the man said, his voice filled with relief as he reached for the woman's hand.

"Don't worry, Count Asa. Lady Aiko is recovering well. Your son Asa is in good condition as well," another voice chimed in, belonging to an older man.

Count Asa? Lady Aiko? The confusion within me deepened. I couldn't comprehend how this man was referring to my wife as Lady Aiko and calling me his son, Asa. My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle.

"How long before my wife can move about again?" Count Asa inquired, his concern palpable.

"Within the day, Milord. Both will have a speedy recovery. There is no lasting damage. The healing magic has restored their vitality," the old man reassured.

Healing magic? Milord? These words didn't belong to the world I knew. I was caught in a web of questions and uncertainty. My gaze shifted between Count Asa, Lady Aiko, and the elderly man who spoke of healing magic.

'What is this man talking about? Abigail is my wife, and I'm not his son,' I thought, my head spinning. I attempted to reach out to stop Abigail from embracing this stranger, but before I could voice my confusion, the man pulled us both into a tight hug. His eyes met mine, and there was a profound sincerity in his gaze.

"Son, this will never happen again. Blessed be the Gods and Goddesses that neither of you died today," Count Asa said.

I was trapped in a world that made no sense to me, where my identity and the relationships I held dear had been inexplicably altered. In trying to comprehend my situation, a host of unanswered questions swirled in my mind. 'What had happened to Abigail and me during that storm? How had we ended up here in this strange place, surrounded by people who seemed to know us but also didn't? And what was this mysterious healing magic they spoke of?'

I wanted to say something, but my voice didn't articulate any words. Instead, I witnessed my own wife talking to this man like he was her husband. They both treated me like I was their son. Nothing made one damn bit of sense. I was in a hospital, but this looked more like a fancy house or mansion in hindsight. The nurses wore similar medieval-style attire. I saw what seemed to be maids in the background passing by the open door. Then, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a luxurious mirror. I, too, wore middle-aged-themed clothing.

I was stunned by my appearance. In my confused state, I recognized the person in the mirror. The length and wave of my black hair were short and wavy. I was about seven feet four inches tall, almost five inches shorter than the average person. Although I was slender and muscular, my physique was well-toned and muscular. With a medium-sized but slender nose and firm lips, I had striking blue eyes. High angular cheekbones and thick check-mark eyebrows adorned my forehead above my eyes. I projected strength and confidence through my warm, confident eyes. With an oblong face and a square jaw, I had an asymmetrical oblong face with a strong square jaw.

Then it hit me. I was a spitting image of this man named Count Asa. There was no denying it now after seeing my own reflection. With the talk of magic and the out-of-place wardrobe. The only conclusion I could come to was that not only me but both my wife and I had been reincarnated into another world. A fantasy world, at that—the only other valid explanation was that I was hallucinating.

Those two scenarios were the best ones I was willing to entertain, as any other would break my mind. It all added up. The clothes, the title Count, this lavish room. 'But why would Abigail not remember who I am or that I'm her husband? Is it possible that she was reincarnated before I was? And she doesn't remember her previous life?'

There was only one way to find out the information I wanted. I needed to get out of this comfy bed, no matter how comfortable it was, and look around. If I got the chance, I would try to talk to Abigail or Aiko, as she was called now.

"Um, I'm feeling much better now. Would I be able to leave now?" I asked, trying to play the part of a loyal son.

"Would that be permissible?" Count Asa asked the old man.

"Hmm, there's no reason why the young lad should stay in bed any longer. I suppose he could leave if he wishes," the man said.

He was old and wise-looking. His long gray hair grew to his waist but was well-kept. Although his face had wrinkles, I could tell in his youth that he was handsome, having well-proportioned cheekbones, a stout nose, and slim lips. He was short but slender and fit for health for an elderly man.

His clothes were also middle-aged-themed—a blue robe with a white shirt underneath. He held a walking cane and a strange-looking staff in one hand. I got the feeling he was intelligent.

I pushed the blankets off my body and slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed. My feet touched the cool wooden floor, and I couldn't help but shiver. The room was spacious, with heavy curtains covering tall windows that let in a soft, diffused light. It was definitely a far cry from any hospital room I'd ever seen.

"Thank you," I mumbled as I stood up, feeling a bit unsteady on my feet. My legs had turned to jelly after lying in bed for who knew how long.

Count Asa stood up as well, his expression a mix of concern and relief. "Take it easy, son. You've been through quite an ordeal. We're just glad you're awake and recovering."

I nodded, not trusting my voice to convey the confusion and unease I felt. My legs wobbled as I took a step forward, and I almost fell. Count Asa quickly reached out to steady me.

"Steady there," he said with a gentle smile. "Let's get you acclimated to your surroundings. There's much to discuss, and we'll answer your questions as best we can."

I wanted to ask a million questions, but my head was still spinning. Instead, I focused on taking one step at a time, leaning on Count Asa for support. As we left the room, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lady Aiko, who lay in the adjacent bed. She appeared to be sleeping peacefully, her fiery red hair fanning out around her. She looked so much like Abigail, yet she was not the woman I knew.

I was utterly captivated by the opulence and extravagance of the building as we walked through the grand corridors of what I assumed was Count Asa's mansion. The sheer scale and size of the place was mind-blowing. It felt like a step back in time to an era I had only read about in history books. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, and the floors were covered in rich, velvety carpets.

"Where are we?" I finally managed to ask.

Count Asa glanced at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "You are in the Kingdom of Eldoria of the Golden Paris, my son. This is our ancestral home, Martindale Manor."

'Eldoria? Martindale Manor?' None of these names rang a bell. I had never heard of such a place or a family. My heart sank as I realized just how lost I was in this strange, fantastical world.

"We'll explain everything soon, Asa," Count Asa said, his voice reassuring. "But for now, let's get you settled in. You have a lot to learn, my boy."

And so, my journey into this new, bewildering world had just begun. Walking beside the man who claimed to be my father, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. What had brought us to Eldoria, and what was the secret behind this mysterious healing magic? Only time would reveal the answers, and I was determined to uncover the truth, no matter how fantastical it may be.