Zyrielle's POV. The drive to the hospital was almost akin to a cemetery. The only sign of livelihood was the soft music playing in the background. When I talked about soft, I meant it in every way. "So, Dr Sanchez, huh?" He began and my brows furrowed at his line of questioning. There was something wrong with the way he spoke about it. "Mhmm, Dr Sanchez. Do you have a problem with him?" I inquired but was rewarded with a shrug which I didn't know what to classify it as. For all I knew, they had never met so his question was a bit foreign to me. "No, I've just been thinking." He answered and I was a bit miffed by his question. "I was only wondering why out of every Doctor in the state you chose him. I understand that he might have been your family doctor and what not, understand the Dynamics and what convinced you to trust him so much." He replied.Having dealt with Lucas, I was more attuned to the inaction of certain people. "Yeah, he has proven to be a great doctor over the years
Zyrielle's POV. "You may come in." The nurse invited us and we immediately walked into the doctor's office. This was the only way that I could get closure from everything that was wrong with me. "Thank you." I responded politely and chuckled softly as I walked into the office. I didn't know how Dr Sanchez was going to react, seeing that it was a long time that we met each other "Mrs Zyrielle," he called a bit too enthusiastically as soon as he saw me and I smiled. I was already expecting this kind of treatment the instant he saw me. He was a very nice doctor and that added to one of the reasons I insisted that he be the one who handles my health. "Good morning Dr Sanchez, lovely to meet you again. It's been what? Ten years?" I inquired and he smiled at me before looking at the next person beside me.A hint of emotion crossed his eyes but quickly vanished before he could say Jack. "Good morning sir, please have your seat." He motioned to the chair in front of him and we took our s
Zyrielle's POV. "That was nothing, I just didn't like the way that man behaved, that's nothing serious now is it?" He inquired as soon as we walked in the corridor. "You don't say. I've known this man for quite some time, so take my words for it when I say that he's one of the best...""Not the best, yeah, I understand." Rain interrupted me, confusing me totally. I would never have imagined that he would say such. "Do you have a problem with him? I mean... You can let me know so that I know what to do. Your behavior is quite unnecessary and..." I also trailed off controlling my temper from flying around. He was making my head spin with the nonsense decisions that he was taking. "I have waited to have a clear diagnosis about my condition. If you don't think that he is capable enough, why don't you just let me know?" I snapped.His eyes darkened for a minute and I suddenly felt remorseful about the way I had spoken to him. I was sure that he probably had a reason for acting this way
Zyrielle's POV. Two hours later, I was done with all the processes but my darling husband was too angry during the process. I saw him flinching when the doctor placed an arm on my stomach to feel whatever he needed to see. I knew that he was just a step away from smacking him across the face which was quite funny. "Are you okay, babe?" I called as soon as I climbed down from the examination table. "Yeah, sure. Was I frowning?" He inquired in a light tone which belied his real emotions. I knew that he was lying. "Are you okay? Do you need help with the gel?" He inquired. I rolled my eyes. I wanted to know why he was acting that way but was stopping myself from going too far. "You sure, you're okay?" I inquired. He shrugged nonchalantly again and I shook my head softly. "You are a liar. I just didn't peg you as one." I admitted. He chuckled, "I will protect you from the truth even if it means lying to you." He spoke cryptically and I shook my head. "Is that your way of getti
Zyrielle's POV. I was sure at this point that my heart began to beat as fast as a traditional drum, when the handlers were going to war. This was difficult to describe because as much as I stared at Dr Sanchez, I felt an unworldly feeling in my chest. I just knew that he was about to deliver bad news to me but the problem was that I didn't know how I was going to react but I finally heard it. "All right so after all the tests have been conducted we are sorry to announce to you that you would be needing to undergo surgery so that your child can live. It's a rare recurrent growth in your stomach lining and it needs to be carefully operated on so that there are no mishaps whatsoever. It might cost a lot but I think it's better if we take it out instead of trying to see what else could be done about it." He suggested and I nodded. So it was final, I was going to be having surgery if I wanted my child to live. That also meant that my chance of survival wasn't that high. "So are you sa
Zyrielle's POV.All of Rain's attempt to get me to speak to him was eternally futile. This van deeper than just offering an apology to get me quiet. After dealing with a narcissist, this was the last thing I wished on myself. To be with someone who saw me as an object that had to be kept in his custody because he didn't trust anyone to be good around me For some people, they would enjoy the show of possessiveness but I knew what I wanted and this wasn't part of it. We were just a few weeks in marriage and he was already showing all the green flags that I ignored when I was with Lucas. "I have begged you as much as I can, yet you keep remaining adamant. This leads me to think that this isn't really about the situation. You probably have something in mind against me right from the start and this is the appropriate way to let it all out. I was jealous, I admit, but giving me the silent treatment is completely out of this world. I would never imagine staying in the house with a person w
Rain's POV. The past few weeks had been a roller coaster and I had not had any experience with this in my entire life. I was having a hard time finding balance between work and dealing with my strained relationship with my beloved wife.She had been moody the past few days and tried as I might to understand what was actually going on, everything I did proved wrongly futile. She was going through something which I couldn't place a finger on. The surgery had to be postponed, which was a bit weird for me to comprehend. This was the same Dr Sanchez who spoke about us having it as soon as possible. A knock on the door had my head springing up high and looking out of the office.Ariel, my new secretary, smiled at me, "sir, I brought these files for you. Mr Anderson says that you should confirm these transactions." She spoke and walked into the office. She was always smiling and sometimes I wondered why she never felt the heat of working with me. "Sir?" She called again and I raised my
Zyrielle's POV. Freya walked into the house with her hands filled with groceries. There was an unusual preparation around her and I wondered why she was going to this length to get dinner ready. She hummed as she passed by without thinking of greeting me which I didn't think was necessary anyway. "Why have you been acting weirdly lately?" I inquired from her as she breezed past me. I wasn't even expecting her to be so rude. It was almost as though she had a personal vendetta with me but was unable to air them. I got scared whenever I was around her vicinity but didn't want you to show because that will give her an upper hand and with the way their boss treated them, they were bound not to regard any one they metFreya skidded to a halt before turning to stare at me as though I had no right to talk to her. This was not the way everyone behaved but I guess because of the leniency she didn't know her place anymore. "Yes you, I am asking why you have been humming and acting like a ri
Zyrielle’s office was filled with the warm afternoon sunlight, showering a soft glow on the sleek furniture and the framed photographs that hung on the walls. She stood by the window, sipping her coffee as she gazed out at the bustling street below her. It was hard to believe how much her life had changed.Her fashion business had blossomed into one the biggest brands in Wisconsin; you couldn't even walk into a boutique without seeing her clothes. Every major fashion house in the country seemed to want a piece of her, a lot of them offering a large amount of money to have her relocate.She had declined their offers of course. Moving out of Wisconsin wasn’t part of her plan, this place had become her home. Not just that, it was also a matter of pride. She built this business with her bare hands and she'd be damned before she gave it away to strangers.She placed her cup down and walked over to a dress form draped in one of her latest designs. Running her fingers over the delicate embro
Author's POV.The sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Zyrielle’s studio, painting the room in golden light. The soft hum of her sewing machine filled the air, a comforting rhythm that steadied her nerves. She stood back from the mannequin, her fingers trailing over the fabric of her latest creation. The dress was a masterpiece, an accumulation of everything she had learned and done to get to this point.Her fashion business was finally taking off, and every day looked better than the last. Orders flooded in, collaborations were just on the horizon, and she felt, for the first time in years, that she was finally making progress.And yet, a strange unease simmered beneath all of it.Zyrielle shook her head and glanced at the clock. “Maybe I just need some fresh air,” she muttered, grabbing her bag and stepping outside.The city greeted her with its usual hustle and bustle vibe. The chatter of pedestrians, the distant honking of cars, the scent of freshly baked pastr
Rain's POVLife had a funny way of stitching moments together—victory, love, and the occasional unexpected twist. Today was a day stitched in gold. As I stood in the kitchen, holding a steaming mug of coffee, my thoughts drifted to the woman sleeping upstairs. Zyrielle. My wife, my anchor, the woman I loved more than life itself.The mere thought of her brought a smile to my face. After everything we’d been through, the surgeries, the sleepless nights, the worry—I could finally breathe again. She was here, alive, and so were our babies. Life felt like it was finally clicking into place, and I swore to myself that nothing would stop me from building the future I’d dreamed of.As I sipped my coffee, my phone flared up on the counter. I reached to pick it up, barely glancing at the screen before answering.“Rain Lark,” I responded, giving my new surname, whilst leaning against the counter.“Mr. Lark!” an excited voice burst through the line. “I have fantastic news! The housing contract
Zyrielle’s PovI felt my toes curl up slowly against my cold feet as I gained consciousness. The first thing that came to my senses was the crisp sheets of the hospital bed and the very strong stench of antiseptic.I thought I had gotten accustomed to it by now but it striked me each time.I groaned a little as I tried to lift myself to sit up with my eyes glued shut. My body still ached all over, but I was certainly feeling more energized. For the first time in what felt like weeks, I wasn't drowning in absolute pain.Instead, I felt— alive. My eyes finally fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Rain, sitting by my side in a cushioned chair.His deep blue eyes were focused on me, his expression a mix of relief and hesitation. He wasn’t touching me, though, just sitting there like he didn’t know what to do with himself.I found that oddly cute.“Rain,” I croaked out, my voice weak but steady. I needed something to drink, I couldn't understand why my throat felt so dry.His li
Zyrielle's POV. "I want you to tell me if you feel any pains in your body." The doctor told me just before I was taken into the theater. I took a deep breath and watched my husband shake at the thought of me going inside the machine and being operated on. It was a 50/50 chance of survival and we knew what this meant. One of us wasn't going to come out alive and I hope that it wasn't my kids. "Can I speak to my husband before I go in?" I responded instead and Rain jumped at my side immediately. I had never seen him this angry in my entire life and out of his wits. If there was a way he could take away the pain from me and inflict himself instead, he would have done it, and my heart went out to him. Marcus also watched us from the glass mirror and acted as a moral support but it wasn't going to be enough to quench the way my husband felt about this situation. I was certain that he would punch the doctor if it ended up not going well. "I need you to be strong for me and the kids. We
Rain's POV“Please you have to try”“I understand, Mr. Rain, but my hands are tied. I can't take on a case like this. I'm sorry.” With that, the call ended, and I clutched the phone tightly in my palm.This couldn’t be it. That was the third hospital to refuse to operate on her but I wasn't giving up, not when her life was in danger.I kept scrolling through the endless list of contacts. Each name blurred together, none offering the solution I desperately searched for.“Rain,” my father’s voice broke through the haze, he was also searching for a doctor who could help me. I was glad for his support because I couldn't do this alone. “Any luck?” He questioned, and I shook my head, defeated.“We’re running out of options, I can’t lose her,” I murmured in a pleading tone. “She’s everything to me, my life will be meaningless without her in it”“We won’t have faith,” he assured, his tone firm, though his eyes betrayed his doubts. “I’ve reached out to my network and there's someone who might
Zyrielle's pov.My head throbbed badly as I regained consciousness; slowly, I blinked back, forcing my eyelids open to the ceiling of the hospital wards.The room was quiet except for the soft beep of the machine and footsteps. I angled my head spotting Rain pacing in the room.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my side made me wince, forcing me to lie back down. "Rain... I called out barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to catch his attention. He froze mid-step, his broad shoulders tense as he turned toward me."You're awake," he murmured rushing to my side. "Finally.""Finally?" I repeated, bewildered. "What do you mean, finally? What happened? How did I end up here?"He didn’t immediately answer, his eyes scanning me as though checking for any signs of injury. His jaw was tight, and for a moment, he hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. Then, he let out a low breath, stepping closer to the bed."How are you feeling?" The question came out soft, almost too gen
Zyrielle's pov.No!“No, you're gone”“You wish you could get rid of me that easily.” She gained a knife in her hand. I tried to move and tried to get away but I couldn't move.I was trapped.“Goodbye, Zyrielle,” she sneered, raising the knife and stabbing me right in the heart.“No!” I cried, jolting awake. My breathing ragged and I was sweating profusely.Instinctively, my arm clutched my chest, feeling my heart this rapidly; I wasn't injured.It was just a dream yet why did it feel so real?I felt a nudge by my side and I turned sharply, finding Rain half awake beside me. His arm was draped over his forehead, his brows furrowed even in rest. Reaching out, I touched his shoulder, my fingers trembling."Rain," I whispered, my voice cracking.He stirred, blinking slowly before turning his head to look at me. "Hey, you good?" He asked, rubbing his eyes, I could tell he was exhausted and needed to sleep, but this was important."She was here," I murmured, barely able to get the words ou
Zyrielle's POV.I shifted uncomfortably in my spot watching Rain clench and unclench his hands on the steering wheel.The tension between us was so palpable you could slice a knife through it, I didn't like the silence between us. I know he was worried still it didn't feel right."You're too quiet," I finally ventured, my voice cutting through the stillness like glass breaking. "Stop overthinking. It’s going to be fine."Rain’s jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as he kept driving. "When we find her it will be fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper."Do you have any support on this? Were you able to convince them to help us out or are you trying to play the hero and do this alone?"For a while, he didn't reply, and I could tell he was battling with whether he should tell the truth or not."I’ve got a few," he finally admitted, his voice flat, devoid of the confidence I’d hoped to hear."A few?" My heart raced. "Rain, this isn’t some game. Janet’s not going t