ISABELLA'S POV It was yet another busy morning, I got out of my car and walked into the hospital with the casual ease of someone who had done it countless times. Once I got through the main entrance, the antiseptic smell that lingered in the air was followed by the soft hum of machines in the distance. The quiet urgency in everyone’s steps, going in and out comforted me. It was like walking into a familiar dance hall, where I knew all the moves. I made my way toward one of the wards, nodding briefly at an emerging nurse. The small room opened with a gentle hiss, and I stepped inside, my attitude switching at once. The first patient I had come to check up on looked up eagerly as I entered, a tired but grateful smile on her face. Her graying hair framed a face that had seen too much pain, but when she saw me, there was a glow of hope in her eyes. "Good morning, Mrs. Lawson," I said, my voice carrying the warmth I especially for my patients. "How are you feeling today?"
ISABELLA'S POVI continued to stare at the screen, my eyes straining to comprehend the blankness.I was actually supposed to be happy about this news. After all, just a week ago, I was wishing for exactly the same result.But a lot had changed since then, and right now, all I could ask was how? how could I be happy now? How could I go back to my family and tell them that the baby they were already celebrating wasn't real? And what about James? And his opportunist family members who were already making plans, speaking about the future as if it was set in stone. And most importantly, what about me?I didn’t just think I was pregnant. I felt it. The symptoms were there, undeniable, and I could still touch the small protrusion of what I believed was the life growing inside me. This had to be some mistake. Something wasn’t adding up.Doctor Shaw sighed softly, a sound that seemed to come from a place of understanding. She stepped closer, her initial anxiety, and seemed to dissolve.
JAMES’S POVIt was close to evening, and my desk was full of unfinished work.Yet there was a lightness in my chest that made all of this insignificant. I never liked night shifts, and on such days, I was always scowling, but today was different. I had just hung up the phone, still feeling the new warmth of Isabella's voice echoing in my ears. She had finally agreed to meet up so we could talk about our child, and who knows, there was also a chance for us to reconcile. The thought of becoming a family again made my heart thump in expectation.I mean, what was a child's life without a strong, doting father hanging around?Just as I was still relishing the joy of this recent victory, the door to my office was flung open with a force that made me jolt forward on my chair.I looked up quickly, eyes wide with alarm, only to see Zoey standing there, her face twisted with anger. "What the hell?" I muttered, still trying to process the display.“Hey, what was all that for?”Zoey didn'
GENERAL POVThe business of the day was coming to an end, and Michael was just about to seal up his own with one of the most important discussions of his career.A talk with Robert Carlisle in his office; the man was a billionaire investor in the pharmaceutical industry, and a private moment with him meant a lot especially now that he was planning to start his own company; as a matter of fact, that was the topic of their discussion.Mr. Carlisle sat behind Michael’s brown expansive office desk, listening to Michael’s proposal calmy. His gaze was sharp, assessing the younger man with the kind of scrutiny that came with years of navigating high-stakes deals.Michael, on the other hand, was speaking passionately. His eyes were bright with ambition, and his tone was measured, every word chosen with care."So, like I said before, sir. I'm building this company from the ground up, leveraging everything I've learned and inheriting from my family’s legacy in the pharmaceutical world.” Micha
GENERAL POVThe day had gone completely dark by the time Michael and Owen got into their respective cars. They waited inside for James to stagger back into his car and drive out before they followed him. Michael was particularly angrier, he kept his hands on his steering wheel murmuring to himself, his chest heaving upwards and downwards while his mind bubbled with thoughts of what he might do when he finally caught up with James. Owen, though quieter in his car, was no less resolved, his gaze fixed intently on the taillights ahead.Soon, James started his car, and afterward, the two friends followed.The trace led them through connecting streets, past neon-lit storefronts, and busy sidewalks until they arrived at a club on the edge of town. It was so much darker now than when they first left.The only source of light in the area was from the flashing neon, signs that adorned the club’s entrance, casting an artificial hue over everything.James had since parked and entered the noi
ISABELLA'S POVLilian's hand was warm as she led me gently toward the spot in the shadow where her car was parked.The area around us was growing darker by the minute. My eyes were still misty, and I could feel the cold sting of fresh tears clinging to my cheeks.Lilian didn't say much, her concern etched into every line of her face as she helped me into the passenger seat. We locked up the car doors, and then Lilian sat beside me for a moment, and from the corner of my eye, I could see her brow furrow in a mix of confusion and sympathy.It was obvious she didn’t fully grasp what had just happened, but her concern was clear.I kept sniffing, trying to compose myself.Lilian's eyes softened as she watched; she reached out, her hand hovering over my shoulder."Why don’t you put your address into the GPS?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.I nodded, fumbling with my phone to type in the familiar route home. The screen blurred as more tears welled up, and I had to blink several ti
THIRD POVMichael and Owen made their way back to the club's main hall.Their look now was a big contrast to how they had entered earlier.They had totally emerged as whole new creatures."I can’t believe it man. This really changes everything," Michael had said, his voice still sounding doubtful in a way.Owen leaned back in his chair and shot Michael a playful smirk. "See? The way is clear for you now. I’d start calling you ‘brother-in-law from tonight." He teased, raising his palm in a mock salute.Michael laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "How is this even possible?”As they continued their banter, Owen’s eyes darted around the room, half-heartedly looking around for any trace of James.There was no sign of him; he must have hurried home since then. The crowd was even thicker now, and the music thundered through the club, making it impossible to hear anything except the beat. Suddenly, Michael felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, the sensation jolting him forward.
ISABELLA'S POVThe first light of the day shone through my white transparent curtains, waking me up from sleep.I rolled lazily on my bed before rising to sit up.A yawn escaped from my mouth as I stretched my arms over my head.It was yet another Monday morning, the start of a new week, and still, the first thing I could think of was the chaotic weekend I experienced.Even in my dream last night, all the scenes kept replaying over and over again.From Michael’s unexpected confession to the wild night out with Lilian to the quiet solitude of Sunday.Everything just lumped together, leaving me with a weird sense of unease, of foreignness. It was almost as though I had watched all the activities of my body from a state of coma.I streched my hands again one last time before climbing down from the bed, my feet touching the floor of hardwood.I trudged across the room, starting up the routine of getting ready for work.Starting with a quick brush of my teeth, a refreshing shower, and the