Time to restart

Jocelyn’s POV

Three days had passed since I regained consciousness but I was yet to see my mother. However, according to her doctor, I would likely see her very soon as her health was improving at a fast rate.

After I came to, I made it a mission to gather information on every aspect of Eduardo's life that I may have missed during the last five weeks.

Based on what I'd been able to gather so far, he had now gone public with Sofia, and their pictures graced almost all the popular blogs, with most people adoring them and calling their relationship cute.

I had also found out that Sofia, whose full name was Sofia Denzel, was a highly influential model and brand ambassador of many luxurious brands. Her father also owned Denzel group, a conglomerate in the United States.

Although there were many articles that claimed Eduardo had been married and divorced, the pictures of his ex-wife, who I assumed was me, was not shown in any of them.

A mix of pain and anger gnawed at my heart as I opened the comments section under one of them and read some of the harsh comments aloud;

“She's probably ugly as hell.”

“He did the right thing by divorcing her. I saw her once at the mall and guys, she is the ugliest woman on earth. She's blind in one eye and looks like a toad. Only the heavens know what an attractive man like Eduardo Lopez saw in her.”

“Sofia Denzel and him fit together so well. I hope they get married soon.”

As soon as I read that certain comment, I left the website and turned off my phone, flames of ire simmering within me as I clutched my hands together.

Truth be told, I had no business with Sofia. After all, it was Eduardo Lopez that I married and not her. She just so happened to be his mistress.

Even though all the pictures I had seen of the two of them being lovey-dovey had made me sick to my stomach.

I didn't know I was crying until tears dropped on my phone screen.

“Josie,” Nancy called from behind me and I quickly blinked my tears away. “Don't turn, I'll come sit with you.” She told me before I could turn my head toward her.

I was currently sitting in the hospital garden, trying to bask in the gentle breeze of nature but the thinking of Eduardo made that impossible.

Sitting beside me, she smiled. “The doctors said you will be discharged in five days. How exciting is that?”

“Really?”

“Yes, we just finished talking.”

“Oh, so what did you talk about?” I asked, as a yawn left my mouth.

“Babe,” She whispered, taking my hand in hers. “Something has happened and I want you to always know that I'm always here right by your side, alright?”

“Alright,” I nodded, swallowing harshly. “What happened?”

“Your mum has passed on,” She dropped the bomb, and I visibly jolted as if someone had thrown hot coal on me.

“No way,” I whispered, shaking my head in utter disbelief. “Her doctor told me that she was getting better and that I'd see her tomorrow. Are you sure you heard the right thing?”

“I'm so sorry, babe,” She said, squeezing my hand gently. “Believe me when I say I wish I could do more to console you.”

“My mum can't be dead, that's impossible,” I huffed. “Is this a sick prank? I'd gladly forgive you if it is but don't prank me like this ever again because it's not funny.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Nancy sighed, eyes brimming with tears as she hugged me tightly. “It will be fine. Everything will be alright.”

It was then that I finally allowed my brain to accept the gravity of the situation–I would never see my mum alive again.

“The doctor wanted me to break the news to you to make it less painful,” Nancy revealed, as she tightened the embrace. “They said she had a heart disease and a heart transplant was relatively impossible because it had really worsened.”

“Can you imagine how much my poor mum must have suffered alone while I toiled for an ungrateful man and his mother?” I wept. “I really am an unfilial daughter. A disgrace is what I am. How are you not disgusted by me?”

“I could never be disgusted by you, Josie. Hell, I think you are the strongest woman I know,” Nancy said. “You've gone through a whole damn lot in your twenty four years of life. And you are still here. If anything, I am very impressed by you.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Nancy replied. “That's what drew me to you in middle school.”

Pulling away from the hug, I said. “I love you, Nancy. Thanks for everything you do. I truly appreciate it.”

“I love you too, Josie, and it's my pleasure.” She smiled, and I smiled back.

+

THREE DAYS LATER

Yesterday, my mum was buried in my family’s cemetery beside my father and her parents-in-law, as she had specified in her will, which also stated that I was to inherit all our family's wealth.

Hell, I barely knew what to do with myself at that moment and I was supposed to lead a chain of companies.

Shaking off the thoughts, I sat down beside Nancy on the couch beside my bed.

“Are you ready to go home?” Nancy asked, smiling, and I nodded eagerly.

“Babes, I'm more than ready. I can't wait to leave this place.”

I was finally going to be discharged from the hospital in two days, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future had in store for me.

But one thing was clear; I was going to get my revenge on Eduardo, no matter how long it took me.

I would make him pay in ten thousand folds for every pain he had caused me during our marriage.

I would come back to teach him a bitter lesson.

Just then, a knock came on the door, and Nancy responded, asking the person to come in.

A middle-aged man clad in formal wear and a white coat walked in and bowed, which made me exchange confused glances with Nancy.

“What's going on?” I asked. “Why are you bowing to me?”

Straightening to his full height, he greeted. “Good afternoon, Miss Roswell. I am Dr Carter and am here to tender an apology on behalf of this hospital on the subject of your laboratory results which were tampered with.”

“I don't understand,” I uttered.

“Your pregnancy test was mistaken for someone else's, and so, you were told you miscarried your baby,” He revealed. “When your child is still very much alive and kicking.”

“Does that mean she's still pregnant?” Nancy asked him.

“Yes, Miss. She's currently eight weeks gone,” The doctor confirmed. “It's really a miracle baby, given how severe the accident was.”

“Did you hear that?” I whispered, gazing at Nancy who nodded fervently. “I'm pregnant.”

“Yes, babe,” Nancy beamed. “I'm so happy for you. Congratulations, I'm really going to become an aunt.”

Before I could answer, Dr Carter cleared his throat. “Once again, I sincerely apologize on behalf of the hospital.”

“It's fine,” I said. “You may leave.”

“Very well then,” He said, before exiting the room.

“I can't have this baby,” I blurted out and Nancy's smile dropped. “I don't want to have any connection with that scumbag ever again.”

“Okay, babe. Just know that I will support whatever decision you make.” Nancy said, squeezing my hand reassuringly.