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2024-10-29 19:42:56OLIVIA
Pain. A lot of it.
It eats me up from the inside, chews down on my head, down to my spine and all the way to my legs.
The smell of medicines and something having had gone wrong sifts through my nostrils.
I try to breathe.
The deafening sound of everything being still around me makes me sicker than I feel.
At first, when I open my eyes, I think I’m in heaven.
That I died and I woke up in heaven.
But when the white ceiling of the hospital becomes clear and the beeping machines assault my ears, reality hits me hard.
I blink twice.
I breathe in the nauseating air.
My weak hands, the ones with tubes plunged deep in my veins, slowly and torturously crawl to the front of the hospital gown I’m wearing.
I touch my tummy.
Again.
And again.
Until…
“My baby”, I whisper.
“Liv”, Dan’s voice beckons from inside the room.
“My baby”, I whisper hard, holding my now reduced tummy.
“You have to calm down Olivia.”
I use all the energy I have inside my body and sit up removing the oxygen mask from my face while holding my tummy.
I can’t feel my baby.
I can’t feel him at all.
“Where’s my baby?”
The door opens and my best friend, Jules Ambrose stands in the doorway looking at me the way she did before she delivered the news of my father being dead.
“Dan, where’s my baby? Where did they take my baby?”
“You were involved in an accident. The doctors did-.”
“No! No… you go out there and tell the doctors I want my baby! I want to hold him. I want to hold my baby, Dan!”
“Olivia- “, Jules whispers.
Sharp pain pricks my chest and I forget to breathe.
“Go tell the doctor to bring my baby, Jules. They can’t do this to me. Tell them to bring my baby.”
Daniel holds my hand.
“Olivia, you lost the baby.”
No.
They are lying.
They are not… they are lying.
“That’s not true”, my throat wobbles with emotions.
The first tears leave my eyes and the next tears that follow burn my cheeks, stab my heart and tear my soul to pieces.
Dan wraps his hands around me and I hug him back holding onto his shirt while I repeat the words ‘you are lying’ over and over again to make myself wake up from this harsh reality.
My baby was strong.
We survived all this long without a family, without a man, without anyone.
We survived!
I refuse to believe that my baby… that my baby…
“Get the doctor”, Dan says to who I’m assuming to be Jules.
I cry.
Cry harder than I ever had.
And when I think I’m starting to be okay, that I can handle the grief and the bitter truth, someone opens the door.
And I know pretty well that isn’t the doctor because a cologne I can discern with my heart fills the room followed by the choking smell of women’s perfume.
The smell of the man I thought was my everything makes my anger boil and my blood turn to ice.
I pull away from Daniel’s chest.
My eyes a kaleidoscope of pain and tears, I gaze at Ryat fucking Winchester and the woman holding his arm.
His fiancé, Irina Buchanon.
How dare he bring her here?
How dare he look at me like that as if there’s a bone in his body that cared about my child?
“Curvy-.”
The minute he says that stupid endearment, I lose it.
“Get out!” I scream.
“Get out! Get out now!”
Ryat looks at me with a dejected face and all I want is for him to rot six feet deep into the ground.
My father died because I left him to go see Ryat.
My baby died because Ryat found me and then there’s the coincidence that is my baby dying the very same day Ryat found me.
“He was my baby too”, Ryat’s statement hits me hard in the chest.
I smile amidst the tears.
Then I look him in the eyes and say the truth with as much vitriol seeping in my veins, “You killed my baby.”
His jaw tics, his eyes adopt a disheartened shade of green and instead of saying anything, he walks out.
His fiancé walks out too.
But Irina Buchanon does something Ryat didn’t do.
The bitch smiles at me and in my grief, I read that as a sign that she had a hand in my baby’s death too.
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“Sign here.”
I put my signature on the paper.
“And the final signature here.”
I add another signature to the dotted line.
William takes the papers and puts them in a neat folder.
“Then without much further ado, I present to you all, Olivia Cabello Montefalco, CEO of Montefalco industries and heir to the Montefalco fortune.”
The board members snicker.
Others murmur.
Some of them question my roots and my capability to be the CEO.
I couldn’t give a hoot what they about me as I watch the meeting adjourn and the corporate men stand, say their goodbyes and leave the room.
I turn to William, the black clothes I wore today to mourn my child chafing my skin.
“Did he talk?”
“No, ma’am. We’ve tried every form of torture we can on the man but he hasn’t spoken a word since we took him from the hospital.”
“I’ll talk to him then.”
“With all due respect, ma’am you just came out of the hospital. You are still mourning; I don’t think talking to the guy will do you anything good.”
I want to thank him for his concern but not a bone in my body feels gratitude to the man because I’m paying him more than any client he has.
He cares about money. I don’t blame him.
“Have you ever been ran over by a ten-foot truck, William?”
“No.”
“Have you ever woken up in a hospital with multiple broken bones and the only precious thing you had, dead?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Take me to the driver who ran me over. Now.”
The man who ran me over a few weeks ago is chained by his hands to the ceiling.
I should feel something.
I should want to add to the same bruises my men inflicted on his body.
He killed my child but the real murderer is out there.
The one who ordered this man to try to kill me and my baby.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dan asks behind me.
“I’m a Montefalco now. I can do anything I want.”
I take more steps to the man who’s bleeding and I stand in front of him.
“My men beat you up, Anthony. That’s your name, right? Anthony? A truck driver drowning in so many debts he could have taken any job just to clear said debts?
Immediately after you ran me over, your hospital bills were cleared and your debts were paid. Which makes me believe whoever cleared your debts also paid you to run me over and make sure I was dead.
I could break your legs or hands and you won’t talk. Right, Anthony? But what if I told you, I’ve tracked your daughter down. She’s twelve, right? Living in Wisconsin with her mother. She likes Moana and-.”
“No!”
“Who ordered you to run me over?”
“I didn’t know you were pregnant. I’m sorry…”
“Tell that to someone who cares. Who ordered you to run me over?”
“Ryat… Ryat Winchester.”
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