Sophie . . The drive from his office to his hospital was heavy with silence, and awkward glances. It was very obvious Alex was having a hard time digesting the news. Shock was boldly written on his face like a billboard. I still remember how his eyes widened and his mouth gaped. My cheeks turned red as embarrassment crept in. Alex parked the car in the car park of the hospital. We both stepped out and scurried towards the Doctor’s office. After He explained everything to Alex, Alex was led to the laboratory to run the compatibility test. I sank onto the long seat in the hallways outside the laboratory room. I buried my head into my bed palms and another wave of tears began to well up again. I was so confused and I had no idea what to do. Should I return to Liam or should I wait here till the result comes out? Sitting here wouldn’t change the outcome of the result. I rose to my feet and trudged down the hallway. With three turns to the left and a turn to the right, I a
Alex ..My eyes fluttered open, and a sharp throb coursed through my head, inciting a wince from my throat. A deep ache swathed my lower back and pelvis region. “Alex.” My mother leaned in and cradled my face. “How are you feeling? Can you tell your legs?” Her hands hovered around me as she checked me.“I’m fine. How’s Liam? My voice came out coarse. I attempted to lift my body up, but it was unresponsive, like my nerves had been disconnected from my brain.My mother sprang up and placed her hands on my shoulders; she pushed me back into the bed. “You need to rest. I doubt your legs are working.”“What?” My eyes bulged at our as I craned my neck, her hands still pinning me down by my shoulders. My mother’s lips curled upward. “Because of the anaesthesia and soreness. It might be hard for you to walk for some time.” letting me go, she dropped back into her seat. “Liam and Sophie?” I pressed “Liam is fine. The surgery was successful, and Sophie is by her son’s side.”A soft smile
Sophie..Two weeks had slipped by after Liam’s surgery, but he was still at the hospital for monitoring. I had returned to my hotel room.Locking the door, I sank to the floor. My muscles were weak from all the nights I had pulled. My heart was heavy as the doctor said Liam was healing slowly—much slower than usual.I couldn’t wait for my boy to be well, so he ran around and asked for ice cream. To return to school and play with his friends. An ache shot through me anytime I remembered his voice and how lively they were. After a while of consoling myself, I rose to my feet and headed towards the shower. Turning the shower on, the hot water poured down. The heat enveloped my skin, offering a sense of relief as it loosened my muscles. The vanilla scent of my shampoo filled the bathroom and steam fogged the glass partitions of the bathroom.After the shower, I wrapped my towel around my body and strode out of the bathroom. Alex’s words echoed in my head, haunting my mind. My lips pre
Sophie ..Alex and I sauntered through the hallways of the museum, checking out the artwork. From the little time I had spent with him, he wasn’t really into paintings, but he was into craftwork. “Do you want to see something more beautiful?” Alex turned to me. Curiosity arched my brows. A beautiful smile burnt on his lips as he stretched out his hand. “Trust me.” Without hesitating, I slid my fingers into his, and he led me out of the museum into a beautiful garden. The scent of flowers traced the air. The cool breeze wrapped us as we moved deeper into the garden.“I never expected a garden to be here,” I said, my hand still caught in his. His teasing warmth sank through my palm. Without turning back, he said, “I found out the third time we came here.”I swung my gaze to him, and it fell on his broad back that looked alluring beneath the suit. “We’ve been here before?” I questioned. “Yes.” I resisted the urge to smack my head. All those beautiful memories are lost in the ab
Sophie..The sun hung in the sky as the trees and canopy filtered its sun rays. The chatter of the guests finally ceased as the orchestra began to play, and I walked down the aisle. My pristine white gown glowed as much as the smile on my face. My eyes were fixed on Alex, who stood beneath the arbour decorated with white and yellow lilies.My steps were in harmony with the music, and a flower was caught between my hands. It was a small wedding, as I didn’t want anything big. Since we never divorced, I didn’t really need anything big. Previously Alex and I had only done a secret court wedding, but now he said he wanted the world to know I was his and he was mine. The warmth in my chest intensified as I drew closer to the arbor. The eyes of the guest were staring at me in awe. Getting to the Arbour, Alex turned, and we both faced the officiant. Our gazes were locked on each other, and a smile teased our lips as those beautiful vows rolled off our tongues. Each beautiful word stir
Sophie. Today was the third anniversary of my marriage to Alex, and I had prepared a special surprise for him—a handmade airplane model, which his father had promised to get him one. But he didn’t make it and passed away. I was so eager to make up for this lack in his heart, but then a sudden sadness washed over me, wishing I could give him what he really needed now—a child. After parking my car, I entered our house. The flutters in my stomach turned to a churning sensation when I saw Cathy, my mother-in-law, and Mia—the woman she wished Alex had married—sitting on the sofa. Mia, was the daughter of Cathy’s close friend Lola and she is also a well-known model from a wealthy family. Cathy treated her like a priceless jewel. After many failed attempts to set up Alex and Mia, and following Alex’s confession of love for me, Cathy finally gave up, or maybe never. Several months ago, Cathy invited Mia over when she learned Mia had a photoshoot in town. Mia ended up moving into the house
Sophie. My eyelids fluttered open, meeting the harsh glow of the fluorescent light overhead. I attempted to shift my body, only to feel a tug on my arm. Looking down, I saw the clear tubing of an IV leading to a bag suspended beside the bed, the slow drip of the liquid inside echoing the rhythm of my own breathing. I jerked up. “I’m in the hospital,” I stated, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind raced, struggling to recall how I ended up here. Flashes of memory—a screech of tires, the flash of white light, and then darkness—as I remembered, my body shuddered. All the pain I had tried to run from came swimming back. Cupping my face, I burst into tears. When I raised my head, my eyes stretched wide as they fell upon a man in a black suit sitting across from me in a vinyl chair. I was so occupied by thoughts that I didn’t notice his presence. His dark brown hair, his closed eyes framed by long lashes, and a sharp jawline seemed capable of cutting through anything. I stared har
Sophie pov. I had been staying at Luca’s house for about a week. Initially, I was too troubled to notice the beauty of the house's interiors, spending most of my time locked in my room, where a private chef would bring up my meals. Feeling better, I ventured into the living room and finally appreciated its elegance—white sofas adorned with soft cushions in varying shades of gray, and gray curtains draping from ceiling to floor, framing a stunning view of the garden outside. Staircase-like chandeliers hang from the high ceilings. A sleek, black, dull marble panel serves as the base for the TV, creating a striking contrast with the light-toned walls and adding a modern touch—a perfect blend of color and texture. I sighed and collapsed onto the sofa—he really was a genius. Luca occasionally came to see me after work, and we talked about some design topics. I was astonished at how many innovative ideas he had—after all, Luca was a pioneering designer—and I couldn’t help but be attracte