Rebecca’s POV
The world around me felt blurred and distant as my eyes fluttered open. The sterile smell of medicine and disinfectant hit my senses immediately, and I realized I was in a hospital room. The ceiling lights above me were too bright, almost painful.
For a moment, everything was disorienting. The last thing I remembered was the sound of screeching tires... Gabriel's face, cold behind the wheel... and the impact that sent everything into darkness. My chest tightened as I tried to piece together the fragments of memory. The crash—it wasn’t just an accident. Gabriel... He did this.
I blinked, and when my vision cleared, I saw Natasha sitting beside me. She had been my best friend since childhood, so I wasn’t surprised to find her here. Still, her face was strained, her eyes red from what looked like hours of crying.
“Hey,” she greeted softly the moment she noticed I was awake. Her voice trembled with relief, but when I tried to respond, the dryness in my throat made it impossible. All I could manage was a rough sound that felt like sandpaper.
“Don’t try to speak yet. You’ve been through a lot.” Natasha quickly moved to help me adjust on the bed, but when I tried to sit up, she stopped me. “No, you can’t do that. The doctor said you need to stay still for a while longer.”
My mind felt sluggish as I tried to process her words. What had happened? Why was I in a hospital? The images in my head—the cheating, the accident—flashed like broken pieces of glass. Then it hit me like a tidal wave. Gabriel. He cheated. He crashed into me. My heart pounded against my chest, panic rising with every second.
“Where’s my mother?” I croaked, my voice weak but urgent. “Natasha, which hospital is this? I need to talk to my mom. I need to tell her about Gabriel—he needs to be arrested!”
At the mention of Gabriel, Natasha’s face shifted, her eyes darkening with something I couldn’t place. She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line, as if there was something she didn’t want to tell me.
“Rebecca, just rest for now, okay? I’ll call your mom once you’re feeling better,” Natasha said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
But I knew her too well. Something was wrong. My heart pounded in my chest, and panic began to rise. “Natasha, what’s happened? Tell me! Where’s my mother?” I demanded, my voice gaining strength through the fear gripping me.
Her face crumpled, and before she could hold back, tears welled up in her eyes. “Rebecca,” she began, her voice thick with emotion. “You weren’t just in an accident yesterday. You’ve been in a coma... for a month.”
My heart stopped. “A month?” I echoed, disbelief crashing over me. “How? What about my mom? Where is she?”
Natasha took a deep breath, moving closer to sit on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were pained, and I could tell she was struggling to find the right words. “Your mom… She brought you to India for treatment after the accident. You had surgery, Rebecca. Your heart was damaged. But during the operation, you fell into a coma.”
My pulse raced as I braced myself for the worst, sensing there was something even more devastating coming. “What about her? What happened to my mom, Natasha?” I begged, dread filling my voice.
“She’s alive, but...” Natasha’s voice wavered, and the words tumbled out quickly, as if she were afraid to tell me. “After you fell into a coma, the doctors told her there was a chance you wouldn’t make it. The shock of it… she collapsed, Rebecca. She’s been in a coma ever since. It’s been a month. Tomorrow marks one month.”
My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest. I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t process the weight of what Natasha had just told me. “No… no, that can’t be true.” I muttered, shaking my head, my voice breaking.
Natasha reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly. “The doctors say she’s improving. She’ll wake up, Rebecca. She has to.”
“If I made it... then she can too,” I whispered, trying to believe it, trying to cling to that hope. But deep down, I could feel something breaking inside me.
Before I could say more, the door to my hospital room opened, and the doctor stepped in. She made a quick check of my condition, shining a light into my eyes, nodding as if satisfied with my recovery. But none of it registered. My mind was far from this room, locked in the uncertainty of my mother’s fate, and the growing fury I felt toward Gabriel.
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The next morning, I felt strong enough to move, and I insisted on seeing my mother. Natasha reluctantly helped me out of bed, supporting me as I walked with slow, unsteady steps toward her room. I was weak, but determination pushed me forward.
As we neared the hallway, a sudden rush of doctors and nurses raced past us toward a room ahead. I froze as Natasha’s grip tightened on my arm. Her face went pale, and her eyes filled with dread.
“No,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
My stomach dropped. “Is it…?” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Natasha didn’t need to answer. Her expression said it all. Panic surged through me, and I pushed myself forward, ignoring the pain as I hobbled down the hallway. The doctors’ voices echoed in my ears, frantic and urgent.
“We’re losing her! Harder!” They shouted from the room.
My heart pounded as I reached the door, only to be stopped by a nurse. I stood there, helpless, watching through the glass as they worked on my mother. Every second felt like a lifetime. Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Then, one of the doctors stepped out, his face sombre as he approached Natasha and me. His words were soft, but they might as well have been a death sentence.
“I’m sorry. We lost her.”
The world shattered around me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed into Natasha’s arms, wailing like a child. My mother was gone.
And in that moment, something inside me broke. Gabriel had tried to kill me. He might not have pulled the trigger, but he was responsible for this. For everything. The loss of my mother, the woman who had given me life, was because of him.
I wasn’t the same person anymore. And Gabriel was going to find that out.
Rebecca’s POVBy our tradition, the dead must not stay long before burial. I remember how my mother buried my father quickly after his death in 2009. And now, just two days after her passing, we laid my mother to rest as well.Natasha and I left India and returned to Mandena, the country we call home.After the funeral, we went back to the family mansion. It was only Natasha and me now—she was all I had left. As we settled into the sitting room, one of the housekeepers turned on the TV. And there he was: Gabriel. His face filled the screen, celebrating his one-month wedding anniversary.Next to him was the same woman I had seen in his office, sitting on his lap like a queen. She was smiling, completely unaware of the destruction they’d caused in my life. They looked picture-perfect, soaking in the attention of flashing cameras.But I wasn’t heartbroken anymore. That part of me died with my mother. All I felt now was hatred—a deep, burning hatred for the man who had tried to kill me an
Gabriel’s POV“Babe, what about the bags and money you promised me?”Every morning, without fail. Her voice was like an alarm I couldn’t turn off, and I was starting to feel like I was trapped in a nightmare. Emmanuella was obsessed with material things, and I could barely stomach it anymore. How did I not see this before I married her? Worse, how could I have left my loyal wife, Rebecca, for someone like her?It’s only been a month since the wedding, and I already knew I had traded a diamond for a stone. Sure, Emmanuella was beautiful—no one could deny that—but beauty fades. The reality? It’s hitting me harder than I expected. I was a fool. A complete fool.During one of my interviews after the divorce, someone asked me why I left Rebecca. Back then, I said she wasn’t as flashy as Emmanuella, that I needed someone who could boost my company’s image. What a shallow thing to say. If I had just asked Rebecca to dress differently, to be more in line with what I thought I wanted, she woul
Rebecca’s POVJust as Natasha turned the laptop screen toward me, I stared at Gabriel’s bank information. Everything inside me screamed to make him learn this lesson—instantly.“Find an orphanage, empty the bank account, and let’s move on to the next one,” I said to Natasha, my voice calm but laced with resolve. She nodded without hesitation, her fingers poised over the keyboard.Emptying Gabriel’s bank account was, of course, one of the easiest things for Natasha to do. With just a hit of a button, his account would be wiped clean, and the transfer history would vanish as if it never existed.He’d go crazy—furious—at the realization that, suddenly, his millions were gone.I smirked at the thought, my pulse quickening with satisfaction. Finally, I gave the second order to Natasha. “Do it now.”However, Natasha hesitated. “Uh... Rebecca, I think Gabriel is calling me, but the call isn’t connecting. I blocked him, remember?”She held up her phone, showing me the screen. There it was, a
Gabriel’s POVI was already dressed for this meetup, but the anticipation gnawed at me. Ever since I received Natasha's text with the location, I couldn’t rest my mind.Indeed, I wronged Rebecca, but I had learned my lesson: not all that glitters is gold, and not all stones are worthless. Emmanuella was the gem I thought worth pursuing, but she turned out to be an empty barrel, unable to give anything of value. The only thing she knew how to do best was to demand for money and to sleep with me like a prostitute.If I could turn back the hands of time, I wouldn’t have betrayed Rebecca like that. It’s not too late to win her back, right?I wore a suit perfectly fitted for this day. My tie was one of the colors I knew Rebecca loved most—a perfect shade of blue. My Italian shoes were sharp and black, gleaming like coal.Checking myself out in the mirror, I knew I looked handsome. So handsome that I was confident if Rebecca set her eyes on me, she’d easily fall back for me. This was my chan
Rebecca’s POVAs I walked into the restaurant, I saw the way he looked at me, like he had seen his queen approaching. His eyes lit up, and I could feel his gaze linger, drinking in every detail as though I were something precious he’d lost and just found again. I could tell he loved what he saw. But if he thought I liked what I saw, he deceived himself.The man sitting across from me was nothing more than a shell of who I once knew. A man who killed my mother would never look good in my eyes, no matter how sharp his suit or how well he cleaned up.After taking my seat, I ordered wine, ignoring his lingering gaze. “You look beautiful, Rebecca,” he exclaimed, his voice hopeful, almost eager. He waited for a reaction, for any sign of warmth from me. But did I care? No. His words slid right off me like water off a stone. I remained cold, unfazed.“Have your seat, Mr. Moretti,” I said, gesturing for him to sit. His face betrayed a moment of shock. He expected me to melt at his compliment,
Emmanuella’s POVThere was always this saying, “A man whom you can steal can also be stolen from you.”I kept that saying in the back of my mind, knowing someday I’d have to tighten my heels and fight to keep my husband from being stolen the same way I stole him from his ex-wife.Gabriel was someone I loved since the very first day I set my eyes on him. The way he spoke, the way he dressed, how cute he looked—everything about him, down to his handsome pockets, made me fall for him. But there was one problem—he was married.How could I stand by and watch the only man I’d ever loved be with another woman?I've heard stories of some women who stole another woman's husband and they lived happily ever after. And I knew If I did this as well, definitely mine was not going to be any different. That’s why I decided to take what was mine by force. I applied for a job at his company as a secretary, and thankfully, I got hired.Once I started working there, I began wearing revealing clothes th
Rebecca’s POV“Rebecca, his wife is outside. She is staring at you now,” Natasha said through the earbud in my ear, prompting me to smile again. Though the smile appeared cute and harmless to Gabriel, it was, in fact, a smirk. It was the perfect moment to inflict pain on the woman who had taken my place, and I wanted her to feel three times the anguish I experienced when Gabriel betrayed me.Just then, I heard Natasha again. “One of his connections is just leaving a short distance away. We’ll talk more about that when you get here.” I waited to respond, ensuring Gabriel wouldn’t suspect anything. I coughed once to signal that I had heard her.Gabriel rushed to grab a bottle of water, believing my cough was genuine and that I needed it to calm myself. How foolish of him! But it was anyway an unplanned move to make his little wife even more jealous. I accepted the glass of water from him, smiling sweetly.As I took the glass, I brushed my fingers lightly against his, ensuring it was at a
Gabriel’s POV As Rebecca left, I couldn't believe my eyes at who entered the restaurant. "How did she know I was here?" I asked myself, my thoughts spinning, but before I could process any answers, she was already in my face, her eyes flashing with betrayal."How could you?" Emmanuella scowled, her voice trembling with anger and hurt."Emmanuella, what are you doing—" I started, trying to make sense of the situation, but she cut me off before I could even finish the sentence.She grabbed the glass of wine Rebecca had left behind and threw it right in my face, the cold liquid stinging my eyes. The shock hit me like a brick wall. But before I could react, Emmanuella picked up the bottle of water I’d given to Rebecca and dumped it over my head, drenching me completely.My breath hitched as the icy water trickled down my face, soaking my suit and turning heads all around the restaurant. Everyone – doormen, waiters, even the kitchen staff peeking out – watched in stunned silence as Emmanue