The elevator ascended to the top floor of the hospital. Inside it, I was standing in between my parents, my mind lost in a train of thoughts as I replayed the little muted scene that just took place back at the entrance. I was replaying the shock that had compressed the face of that traitor over and over again in my mind.“If only he and his new wife could tell what was coming.” I thought with a small smile.My father, Elliot Harrington, reached out from behind and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder; his touch felt warm and grounding.“Take a deep breath.” He whispered. He must have mistaken my enthusiasm for anxiety, or perhaps maybe I was also a bit anxious.My mother, Sophie Harrington, rubbed my arm gently. The air around her was composed of authority. She has been a pillar of strength since I returned home.As the doors slid open, we stepped into the spacious, elegantly furnished conference room. The walls were lined with blue and white patterns, and the large windows offer
After the vomit, I splashed the cold water from the sink on my face, hoping it would clear my racing thoughts. But the new anxiety hung heavy, a cloud I couldn't just shake off, suggestions I couldn't bear to take seriously.“What’s wrong with me?” I murmured as I gazed at the mirror.First it started with the headaches, then came the crushing fatigue, now this…nausea? What could all these mean? “I think I need to have a full body test done.” I murmured again, still afraid to confront the thoughts.As I returned back to the hall, my mother was the first to leave the group of women she was standing with, and rushed toward me with her voice trembling with concern. "Are you okay, my dear?" Her eyes wide with worry, searching my face for any hint of reassurance."I'm fine, Mum, just a bit under the weather, that's all." I replied, trying to sound casual even though my voice lacked conviction.My eyes suddenly met with James as I looked up from the spot.This time, he wasn’t wearing
MICHAEL'S POV The sound of the screeching tires and the shattering of glass was followed immediately by an excruciating pain that shot through my leg and joints before spreading across my entire body. The car hit an embankment before tumbling over.I let out a sharp groan. And when I tried to struggle and push my way out of the car I couldn't, my leg was stuck between the twisted metal frames, I was losing blood and my breathing was beginning to slow down and at that point I concluded that I was going to die.My eyes were already closing when I started to see so many unfamiliar faces hovering over me, trying in vain to pull me out. And then suddenly everything had stopped and the first few faces had withdrawn, giving way to a young woman.It was at this point that I concluded that I had indeed died and that the lady before me was an angel who had appeared to take account of my life.Her voice was calm and steady and surprisingly familiar. It was because of that familiarity that ma
ISABELLA’S POV"If not anything, because you’re carrying my child!"His voice trembled, filled with a mix of hurt and confusion after making the statement. I inhaled deeply fighting the urge to slap him hard across his face.There was no way I was carrying his child. Not now that I have seen him for the monster that he really was.I shook my head vaguely.“You’re seeing things,” I mumbled and made to leave but his voice stopped me yet again."Can you just wait so we can talk properly Salindra?” his tone persuasive as he came to a stand in front of me.I breathe in deeply for the upteenth time before I turned around sharply to blurt."As of yesterday, we have nothing to talk about mister. We are nothing," my voice, obstinately cold and unyielding. I stopped myself from speaking further when I started to hear approaching footsteps right behind us on the hallway.There were random passersby when I checked including, nurses and other hospital staff.A number of them cast quick yet c
JAMES'S POVMy mother’s eyes were wide, her lips trembling as she watched Isabella leave in one car and her mother in another. She turned to me sharply, her voice barely a whisper. "James, what do you mean by she’s the new chairman? I’m not… I'm not really getting you. And that woman beside her, was that really Sophie Harrington, the Minister of Finance?"I clenched my teeth before nodding slowly to her.“It's not making sense.” She whispered, shaking her head faintly, looking both terrified by the gravity of the realization and bewildered by the switch.“Her name?… Isabella? How? How did she change overnight?”“Yes, mum.” I cut in, impatiently, a hint of irritation inside my voice. She was the cause of everything. Let her enjoy her dish of surprise.“We found out this morning. Zoey and I. I watched them come out of that car with my own two eyes. I heard them introduce her with these ears.Sandra is actually the same person as Isabella Harrington. She’s the new chairman and the ren
MICHAEL'S POVIt was Sunday morning. I was sitting up on the bed, gazing straight at the plain white wall of my hospital room, and was smiling.The dull ache in my leg was still there, and the fatigue in my joints had not gone away, yet I was smiling. The reason for that was because, in my head, I was not really in that hospital room; my thoughts were with just one person, Isabella. I was thinking about my last encounter with her.“She had come here indeed. It was not a dream.”“I prayed and hoped and yearned for it, and it happened. She had stood only a few spaces away from me. I heard her voice.”And to make everything more glorious, she had announced her divorce right in my face. It was not a dream.A fresh smile crept onto my lips. Every memory of her felt like a balm, soothing the pain in my body.I replayed the conversations of that blessed morning over and over again. From the ones she had with her brother and parents to the few sentences she spoke to me.It was more than enou
Michael’s povMy mother, sensing the tension in the room, stepped forward with her arms stretched out towards me."Michel, maybe you should think about it. The family…""I want real happiness, Mom.” I cut her off without hesitation, keeping my voice steady.“I’m sorry to say this, Mom. But this is not my idea of marriage. I don't want a marriage like yours and Dad's. I want real love. I can't play business with that as well."My parents exchanged glances while Grandma leaned in to whisper, “Michael, take it easy.” But I grunted, pulling an adamant expression.Grandfather’s skin was glowing red at this point. He looked at me with a mix of disappointment and deep frustration. "So you think love is enough? You think the world is some kind of movie. Anyway, I just hope you don't regret this. I just hope."“I won't!” I retorted firmly, but this time, he did not answer me.Instead, he sprang up to his feet forcefully and shook his head pitifully, marching out of the room and slamming the
ISABELLA’S POVIt was a brand new day again and about three days now since my return. About an hour ago, my dad had woken me up to an exorbitant surprise, while mom had followed him closely, wearing a supportive face.Together, they had entered my room, approaching my bed schemingly and beaming with smiles while jingling a bunch of keys at me, the metallic gleam catching the morning light. "Hey Bella,” Father had called, his voice filled with both tenderness and a hint of elderly mischief."Here's your divorce gift.” He teased me. While his mother laughed and slapped the back of his neck.“This one here is for your new apartment three streets away, and the other one is for a brand new car, parked right now at the slot outside."I had sat up with an instant force, gawking at the keys like someone in a dream and suddenly feeling a sense of underserved privilege and moral unease.A gift of this magnitude was the last thing I was expecting from them, not after all I have put them throu