02: SIGN AND LEAVE

I shamefully signed the papers and within two days, I left his house. I did not set my eyes on Brian and I would not lie, I was hurt. Pain had been my pillow since the day he walked out on me with Angela. Angela... The bitch who had returned to snatch my husband.

I gripped my bag as I stood before the cab and stared back at the building I had lived in for two years. Brian never showed me love. Never told me how much I meant to him. All he ever did was come to meet me for sex and more sex.

I instinctively reached out for my belly and exhaled deeply. I was going to take care of them by myself and I will never let Brian come close to any of them. I will make sure he regrets what he did to me. And Angela… she will pay in hundredfold for taking away the father of my kids.

My phone beeped with a message and I clicked it open, hoping it was a message from the company I had applied for a job in but it was from an unknown number. My brows creased as I opened the text and shock coated my face.

Unknown - In your face, bitch! You are finally leaving, huh?

Unknown - A coward! You lost him to me! Hahaha.

It only took me a matter of time before I knew who had sent the message. It was Angela. It could only be her. Does she think she has won? She would regret this soon. I said nothing as I stepped into the cab and placed my things inside.

“Where to, ma’am?” The cab driver asked.

“The airport,” Came my short reply.

We soon started the journey and I decided not to check my phone because I knew it would be all over the internet now. I saw the headline this morning, The CEO of Knox Corporation breaks things off with his wife, stating that he would love to keep it private.

Angela…Angela was the one behind it all. That bitch had been working secretly to make sure Brian divorced me.

I did not know what happened next but I heard a curse word come out of the mouth of the driver as the cab went into a free drive. The cab driver struggled to get out of his seat belt as I yelled at him. Everything happened in a blur.

The door to his place opened as he jumped out, leaving me alone in the car whose break had failed and heading directly now for a truck that was driving toward me. Fear and dread filled me and whatever happened next was blurry as the car collided with the truck the next thing I knew was that I was floating in the air and meeting myself on the floor then again, the same thing repeated itself over seven times before I lost consciousness, my hazy eyes catching sight of the truck’s number plate before I fell into a deep blackout.

••••••••••

“My babies!” Those were the first words I uttered as my eyes opened, my hands reaching for my stomach. Fear slammed into me in full swing as I began to thrash around. Several hands reached for me to still me and I began to cry.

“My children.” Tears flowed down my cheeks onto what seemed so soft to be called a pillow. “No, no…” I shook my head, not bothering to even look around my surroundings.

“You need to relax, ma’am.” A nurse cautioned as she held me in place, pausing to check if I would stop moving.

I stopped, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. “My children,” I said again.

“Your babies are fine, ma’am. Just relax and regulate your breathing.” The nurse said again and it was at that time, that I opened my eyes wide and slowly slid up to rest my back against the pillow, my hands still gripping my stomach. I was surrounded by the white color of the hospital room and the sick smell finally wafted into my nostrils and I let out a sneeze. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror just beside me.

A band-aid was wrapped around my head and my lips appeared to have been burst because there was a stain of blood. I twisted my neck, instantly feeling the ache there. I let out a painful groan as I looked down on my body. Dressed fully in a hospital gown, my feet were also bandaged. My heart lurched in my chest as I tried to remember what must have gotten me into the situation but it only made my headache worsen.

“Can you remember your name?” The nurse’s voice came and I jerked up to look at her. My eyes dropped to the name tag on her breast pocket. Helen Flora.

She inclined her head to the side, her brows arching as she folded her arms. “Do you remember your name?”

I blinked, once, twice, and nodded. “Yes, I do. Jessica.” I gave her my name and she let out a sigh.

“That's good. Not a case of lost memory it is.” She began to jot some things down and she started with evenire questions. Where I was feeling pain and what I was feeling. I gave her precise answers to them all then I suddenly remembered something. I don't have any medical insurance or even the money to pay my bills!

My eyes widened at the realization. “Erm… nurse… how...”

“You were brought here after you got into a terrible accident that almost claimed your life and thankfully you made it out.” She explained and as if she knew what I wanted to ask next, she pursed her lips and continued, “And if you want to ask, we did some diagnosis on your babies and we found out that they are safe. You don't need to worry.” She assured me and relief washed through me.

My babies were safe.

“So please I don't have any money. How do I pay my bills?” I asked her.

“Ah! That! It has been cleared. Have you forgotten you are a rich man’s daughter?” She arched my brow teasingly and my brows furrowed in confusion.

What did she mean by that?

“I-”

“Boss! You are finally awake!”