Novel-novel oleh Dami oj

A steady beeping sound filled my ears as I slowly opened my eyes. The bright white light above made me squint, and for a moment, everything felt blurry.I blinked a few times, adjusting to my surroundings. The room smelled of antiseptic, and the soft hum of machines echoed around me. I was in a hospital.A woman in a light blue uniform stood beside my bed, checking something on a clipboard. She looked up and noticed me staring."Oh, you’re awake," she said with a small smile. "Please don’t try to move too much. I’ll go get the doctor."She quickly walked out of the room, leaving me alone. My head ached, and my body felt weak. I swallowed, my throat dry. What happened? How did I get here?Memories slowly started coming back—Liam, the argument, my father and I in his car talking and then… nothing.I exhaled slightly, scanning the room for any sign of my father. He wasn’t here. I guess he left.A few moments later, the door opened, and a middle-aged man with short brown hair and glasses

Liam scoffed at my father’s voice, running a hand through his hair. He shot me a glare before walking to the door. I heard it open as I slid down the counter, my vision blurring as blood dripped down my face.“I don’t remember inviting you, so why are you here?” Liam asked, his voice cold.My father scoffed. “I’m not here for you. I’m here to see my daughter.”“You can’t see her. Leave.”“Like I need your permission,” my father chuckled before pushing his way in. Liam slammed the door shut behind him.I groaned softly, struggling to clear my vision and endure the burning pain in my face, stomach, and head.“You’re not allowed in my house. Haven’t I made that clear?” Liam yelled.“Take your hands off me! I don’t care if I’m allowed or not. I haven’t heard from Anya in a week, and I want to see her.” My father’s voice was just as loud.I was stunned. Since when did he care? Maybe he just wanted something. But challenging Liam like this? A terrible idea.“Anya? Anya….” my father called.

Without saying anything to Liam, I let go of her arm and walked back to the kitchen to finish my breakfast. I heard them follow behind me, the front door shutting as they entered. I tried to eat quickly because whatever was about to unfold, I needed the strength to deal with it.“Babe, this… this woman has been nothing but hostile to me,” she rushed out, her voice grating on my nerves. “First, she shoved her way in rudely, called me a whore, and yanked my hair and arm so harshly.”She dramatically held up her arm. “Look, I’m all bruised up!”“Leave.”Liam’s voice was cold, making me pause. I looked up at them—she wore a shocked expression, while Liam’s gaze was fixed on me.“W-What?” she stuttered.“You heard me. Get your things and leave. Don’t make me say it again.”If I wasn’t in such a sour mood, this would’ve actually been entertaining enough to make me smile. Poor thing had so much hope in her man.She scoffed and stormed into his room to grab her things. When she walked back ou

“Cassie, what’s wrong?” I asked, rubbing my eyes as I opened the bedroom door.“Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Anya, but you need to get ready right now,” she said, looking at me with an apologetic expression.“Why? What’s going on? Did something happen?” I asked hurriedly, now fully awake.“No, everything is fine. Mr. Kane asked me to let you know that the driver taking you home is waiting downstairs. You need to leave quickly,” she said in a quiet tone, as if trying to soften the blow.My chest tightened. I took a deep breath, but it felt like I had been thrown into freezing water.“What? Why? It's still so early” “I’m sorry Mrs Anya those were his instruction”“He..he didn’t say why at least?” “No he didn’t”“Oh… I… okay. Give me a minute,” I stuttered, glancing around the room, struggling to process what was happening.He really treated me like some random prostitute—used for one night and discarded the next morning. Everything he said before we slept together had been meaningless.

I spent the rest of the day in my room, lost in thought. I didn’t know how to feel—confused, guilty, frustrated. Last night felt like it meant something, but Kane’s silence and cold attitude made it clear that it didn’t. By evening, I heard his voice through the walls—low at first, then sharp and filled with anger. I couldn’t make out the full conversation, but whoever was on the other end wasn’t getting kindness from him. Then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. A few minutes later, the front door slammed shut. Kane had left. And for some reason, the house felt even quieter than before. A little while later, the front door opened again, followed by the sound of footsteps clicking against the floor. Was he back already? I sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before finally pushing myself off the bed. Sitting here alone wasn’t helping. Maybe a glass of wine would calm my nerves. I wanted to avoid going downstairs to see him, but I needed that wine more. Steppin

I woke up in Kane’s bed, my whole body sore—a painful reminder of last night. Groaning softly, I turned to my side, my tired eyes drifting to where Kane was supposed to be. The sheets were cold. He’d been gone for a while.Rubbing my eyes, I tried to shake off the sleep. I wasn’t sure what I expected this morning to feel like, but it wasn’t this.Kane was gone.Wrapping the blanket around myself, I listened for any sound in the house, but it was silent—too silent. I sighed, my mind racing. What did last night mean to him? What did it mean for me? Sure, I had stepped out of my marriage—not because I wanted to, but because that was what I was here for. Still, last night had been the best I’d had in years and with the way he had acted last night I at least expected a warm good morning or maybe I was asking for too much.A growl from my stomach pulled me out of my thoughts. I got off the bed, still wrapped in the blanket, and picked up my scattered clothes from the floor. After dressing,