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I woke up in an unfamiliar place; the ceiling was far different from the ones in my room. “Where the hell am I?” I asked myself. I tried getting up, and that was when I saw the bed I was lying on. “I’m in a freaking hospital.” The door creaked. I looked up to see what was wrong, and I saw Lizzy walk in with a man that looked like, he’s in his late forties and yes, he was with a stethoscope on his neck. “Yeah, how great. Lizzy brought me to a fucking hospital.” “Hey, Starr, right? How’re you feeling?” the doctor asked, his voice gentle. I hesitantly answered, “I feel good doctor,” please can you give me and my friend a moment together? It’s really urgent. I need to speak with her. The doctor nodded sympathetically. “Of course, I’ll give you some privacy. But just for a minute, okay?” As soon as the doctor left, I turned to Lizzy, my voice low and urgent. “Why the hell did you bring me to a hospital, Lizzy? You know how much I hate hospitals, it smells, It makes me so scared and want to throw up. You really want to scare me and add to my problems?” I added, trying to keep my tone light despite the growing unease in my chest. Lizzy’s expression turned serious, her eyes locked on mine. “You fainted, Starr. You scared the hell out of me. I didn’t know what else to do.” I frowned, trying to remember. “Fainted? What do you mean? I just….. I don’t know, I felt dizzy or something.” Lizzy’s grip on my hand tightened. “Don’t worry, I’m here and everything will be fine. You don’t have to be scared. And the doctor also said your intake of alcohol was too much, it’s filled on your system and it isn’t good for your condition, but he didn’t say the condition. I didn’t know how to respond, so I gave a simple answer. “Condition? What’s he talking about?” I freaked out. “I don’t know, Starr, he didn’t say. He only mentioned he’d say it when you wake up.” “Well, tell him to come In” I quickly said, cause at that point I was so scared to the teeth.” The doctor walked in, with an expression plastered on his face, and trust me, that expression made me so scared that I began to panic. The look on his face made me know that there was something wrong, even if he tried covering it up with a smile.“Okay, ladies, let’s take a look at your test results, shall we?” The expression of the doctor turned sympathetic., as he began. “You’ve hyperthyroidism.” Immediately, he said that word. My brain and my system stopped working for a minute. I felt I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. I didn’t hear anything else he was saying; I only saw his mouth moving. It was as if time had frozen, and all I could think was, “What? How? Why?” I forced myself to calm down, taking a few deep breaths, and focused on the doctor’s words. “It’s caused by stress and anxiety, Alcohol Consumption, Genetics pre-deposition and Hormonal Imbalance,” He continued. I felt a lump form in my throat as I processed the diagnosis. “So, it’s not just one thing, it’s a combination of everything,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. The doctor nodded, his eyes filled with empathy. “Yes, unfortunately, it’s a complex combination. And it won’t kill you if you’re on proper medications. But it will trigger intense symptoms like, Fatigue, memory loss, weight loss, panic attack, and slow conception. But don’t worry, we can manage it with medications. I took a deep breath, trying to absorb the information. “Okay, thank you, doctor.” And trust me, the only one that got my attention was the last one, a slow conception. Oh my God, was that why I couldn’t conceive? All this while I’ve been in darkness, I’ve been suffering, unaware of the underlying sickness that had been ravaging my body. I have been sick. Without a doubt, I know I’ve lost Charles forever. There’s definitely no way he’d ever come back to me. I’m doomed!! I and Charles had been trying to conceive for months, cause he said that’s the only way his mother would allow me to be his wife, even though I was more capable in other things like taking care of our bills, He insisted, that his mother needed to be sure that, the person he’s getting married to would be able to give her multiple grandkids as she was only able to give birth to Charles. “Fuck!!!….my life is over, and I should have known that was a lie, he had no intention of settling down with me, he didn’t love me enough to bear with me,” I banged my hands on the table. I tried so hard to get pregnant, I just didn’t understand why it was taking so much time for me to conceive. Other women get pregnant effortlessly. Why is mine so difficult? Why am I begging my body to cooperate? I always said that to myself, but I didn’t know I was walking around in a medical condition. Which man would want to be with a woman with fertility issues? I’d never find any other man that would love with this condition. “Why me?” I questioned myself. Indeed, I’m CURSED!!! I said again with tears streaming down my face furiously. I felt a lump in my throat as Lizzy’s eyes locked onto mine, filled with concern. The doctor went to my bedside trying to set up an IV bag, but I cared less. A phone made a beeping sound, and I turned to face Lizzy. She stood up and walked to where she kept our phones. I had even forgotten I had a phone till she said, “Starr, it’s yours that made that beep sound. I think you’ve got a message.” I unlocked my phone, and I saw it was a message from Charles. My mind raced quickly as I was about to press open. What does he want to say to me? I thought to myself, What else? It must be an apology or something. I pressed open, and I got the most shocking message ever. I quickly scrolled through the messages, my heart sank. “You’re invited to my wedding,” I read the message, accompanied by a formal invitation card with a photo of Charles and his bride to be. She looked exactly like the woman he was in bed with. Oh, I get it now. He already had it planned out, and I was just a money-making machine to give them a better future. My world crumbled around me, and I stared blankly at my screen, my mind racing with questions. How could he do this to me? Didn’t our relationship mean anything to him? Really, a wedding?!!!Ella’s words stayed in my head longer than I wanted. Maybe he’s hiding something and maybe he’s not. “you’re not thinking clearly.”I kept on saying that to my self over and over again for the past 3days. “Maybe your marriage won’t survive.” Those particularly words we’re so firm.I tried to shake them off, but they kept echoing… echoing… echoing until it felt like the room itself was breathing her poison.Snapping out of my reverie, I instantly made up my mind to lie to him and figure it out in marriage just like I concluded months back.I leaned back against the wall, my chest rising and falling faster than normal.My fingers trembled a little.Then the edges of the room began to blur.Not again.My eye blinked very sharp as flash of pain crawled behind my left eye, and just like that… everything felt distant… muffled… as if I was sinking underwater.I blinked… slow… too slow.I remember hearing my heartbeat.I remember whispering Seven’s name.And then—Nothing.A blank space in my
Main chapter 115Hours later, Tania and Lizzy had probably gone out because I heard the front door shut loudly with Lizzy screaming down her lungs saying see you later after we all had that long conversation that ended with the two of them, trying to calm my racing heart down. Cause I couldn’t stop talking about Trisha. What if he was truly lying to go see one of those numerous girls that loves being all over him.After all, they’re better women with conception ability.So for the past two hours the house have been quiet. With the wind blowing down it’s breeze and flipping my chiffon curtains.I crossed my legs over each other, sitting on my soft mattress, staring blankly at the walls of my room. The photograph still burned in my mind — the boy, the younger version of me, the family smiling like nothing could ever go wrong. I pressed my palms to my face, trying to make sense of it all.A soft knock on the door made me start.“Starr? You in there?”I recognized the voice immedia
The Next Morning 🌅The sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, painting soft golden patterns across the bed. My head still ached faintly, but the dizziness had eased. I reached for my phone and blinked at the time — 7:43 a.m.Seven wasn’t beside me. His side of the bed was empty, the sheets already cool. I sat up, rubbing my temples as flashes of last night returned — the nausea, the photo, the haunting sense that something was slipping through my fingers.The faint sound of voices drifted from downstairs. I slipped into one of Seven’s shirts and padded barefoot toward the stairs. Halfway down, I stopped.He was on the phone again.“…I told you I’ll take care of it,” he said, his tone clipped. “No, she doesn’t know anything yet. And she won’t — not until I’m ready to have that discussion with her.”My breath caught.There was a long pause before he spoke again, softer this time. “I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. Even if it costs me.”“Moreover, I’m not still sure about
Days Later ⏱The last three days have been nothing short of blissful. Sometimes, I still catch myself smiling for no reason — just thinking about everything that’s happened.Seven and I finally went to Nigeria to see my father. It had been almost a year since I last saw him, and as the car pulled into our compound, a wave of memories came rushing back — childhood laughter, long evenings under the mango tree, and the sound of his voice calling me “my sunshine.”He was already waiting on the veranda when we arrived. The moment he saw me step out of the car, he opened his arms wide, and I ran straight into them. His familiar scent — a mix of aftershave and home — wrapped around me like comfort.“Daddy,” I whispered, smiling through tears.“My daughter,” he said softly, holding me tighter. “You’ve grown into everything your mother once dreamed you’d be.”Then he looked at Seven, who stood a few steps away, waiting respectfully. My father’s eyes softened even more.“And you must be t
That night, long after everyone had gone to bed, although Seven was in the bathroom, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My phone glowed faintly in my hand, showing me pictures of my boutique in Dubai. The racks of dresses, the soft lighting, the gold letters of my name shining proudly above the entrance—it all looked so far away, like a life I wasn’t sure I’d get to keep.Was I really supposed to leave it behind? My customers, my work, everything I built from scratch? The idea of starting over in New York pressed on my chest, heavy and suffocating.The bathroom door opened, and Seven walked out with a towel slung around his shoulders. His eyes went straight to me. I quickly shoved my phone under the pillow.“You’re still awake?” he asked, his voice low.“Couldn’t sleep,” I said, forcing a small smile.He sat down on the bed beside me and took my hand. “You’ve been quiet all evening. What’s going on?”“Nothing,” I lied quickly. “I’m fine.”He leaned in, kissed my forehead. “Whatever i
Seven kissed the top of my head like that would stitch me back together, then pulled back just enough to study my face. He searched my eyes as if he could exorcise Kenzie’s words with a look.“We don’t have to stay,” he said quietly. “If you want, we can leave. Now.”For a second, I almost nodded. I wanted nothing more than to escape—to shrink away from the laughter, the looks, the sense that the world had turned against me. But something stubborn lurched up inside me, hot and fierce. I had never been good at running from things that hurt me; I had a habit of staying until I understood why they hurt.“No,” I told him before I could talk myself out of it. My voice was small, but there was a steadiness beneath it. “I don’t want to make a scene. But I—” I swallowed. “I want you to stand with me. Not to argue with them, but just—be here.”He nodded, relief loosening his shoulders. “Always,” he said. “I’ll be right here.”Seven’s words lingered even after he left the hallway. “I’ll always






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