Carla's POV. That night, I couldn't bear to find my way home. I was heartbroken, devastated and sad. I didn't know how to face the man I had spent years of my life loving. Dedicated my life to him, gave up my dream for him just to ensure he achieved his. But only to be repaid with betrayal, heartbreak and infidelity. I stood up from where I had sat, made my way down the rooftop but didn't go back into the restaurant. Instead, I walked around aimlessly and absentmindedly. I found myself in a park, where I sat for hours, staring blankly into the sky, as tears of pain, disappointment and betrayal rolled down my cheeks. I wasn't mentally and emotionally ready to see his face ...... to confront him ..... ask him why he did me so much bad. So, I opted to lodge at an hotel to gather my thoughts. But, that was one of the worst decisions I ever made. I dragged my drained soul to the hotel reception, wanting to lodge in but I couldn't believe whom I had seen there. It was Charles and his m
Carla's POV "What ..... What are you talking about? What mistress?" Charles questioned, feigning ignorance, pretending as if he didn't understand what I was talking about. His facial expression was so innocent that I would have believed he was innocent, if not that I had seen him myself. I scoffed, as I ravaged my hand through my hair, trying to calm myself down, while the other hand rested on my hip. "What the hell am I talking about? Are you fucking kidding me? Did you just feign ignorance right now?" I yelled, feeling frustrated at how well he could pretend. "Babe, calm down. What's going on? Are you nervous because of the wedding? I quite understand you but everything would be fine. You are going to make a beautiful bride that day" he said smiling, as moved towards me, trying to hold my hands but I refused. "Don't you dare touch me" I warned, as I yanked his hands away from mine. His smile faded away, confusion was written all over his face as if he didn't know what I was tal
“Who is there? I am coming!!” I heard the sweet and melodious voice of my friend Amelia yell. I was standing by her doorstep, drenched and looking distraught. After having run away from home, wanting to escape from the betrayal that was eating me up and choking me, I wandered around for a while, not knowing where to go. Eventually, I found myself standing at Amelia’s front door, the only place I could go to for comfort. “Carla?” Amelia said, surprised to see me standing in the heavy rain, drenched. She hurriedly rushed to me and with her help, I got into her sitting room. “Babe? What’s the problem? Why are you like this?” she queried, upon we entering her apartment, with worry etched on her face. I was too emotionally troubled to say anything and instead of uttering some words, I burst into tears. One thing I loved about Amelia was that, she was the only one who understood me the most; the one who saw through the sadness behind my fake smile. Instead of her to probe me furt
Carla’s POV. I woke up to the loud shrilling noise of the alarm clock. I was disgusted by the noise and couldn’t help but grumble. “What the fuck is that? What kind of family is this? Can’t I sleep in peace anymore?” I grumbled as I slowly rose from bed, forgetting that I was not the only one in the room. I stretched my body as I yawned, running my hands through my hair. I was in a world of my world, not until I heard a cough from behind me; a cough that was meant to get my attention. At that moment, I knew I had fucked up. “What the hell? Did I just abuse his family in his presence?” I silently thought, as I covered my face in shame. “When you are done abusing my face, would you mind facing me? We have an unfinished discussion, don’t we?” his unstrained voice asked. With my eyes closed, I gradually turned to face him, scared of what awaited me. Opening my eyes, I got swept off my feet by what I saw right in front of me. There was a charming prince seated opposite me on
Carla's POV. I shut my eyes, waiting for the attack to come but it never came. Everywhere was dead silent, except for gasps coming from the maids. I slowly opened my eyes, wanting to know why everything had abruptly stopped, only to be met with blood, dripping out of Carlos' palm. Terrified by the sight, I screeched, my eyes wide opened as I took some steps back and nearly hit my back on the staircase rail. It happened that Carlos had blocked the knife with his palm, preventing it from striking my chest, which Catherine had aimed for. Catherine was standing stunned, shocked by the outcome of her action. The knife unconsciously slipped off her trembling hands. I was too shocked to speak, unable to make a sound as death had just flashed across my eyes. My gaze was fixed on Carlos' bleeding hand, watching as every drop of blood collided with the cold tiles. Many thoughts began to run through my mind, one of which was how I would have lost my life if not for Carlos' intervention. "D
Everywhere fell silent and Aunt Stephanie's face looked blank, as if she was trying to make what she had heard sink into her brain. "What? What did you just say?" she finally asked, her lips trembling, as she slowly let go of her husband's hold on hers. She turned to face Carlos, looking keenly at him, as if daring him to repeat what he had said. "Since you do not understand what I said earlier, I will put it in simple terms. Your husband here," Carlos said as he pointed towards Uncle Chris "cheated on you and as a result, has an illegitimate son out of wedlock. That makes you have a son you have always been clamouring on having. Isn't that a good news?" Carlos voice, which was that of mockery said, with a smirk on his face. "You must be joking. What he said right now was a joke, right?" Aunt Stephanie asked facing her husband, with a smile that was a mix of fear and anxiety on her lips. She wanted her husband to say something, to tell her what Carlos had said was a lie but Unc
Carla’s POV. Months flew by and as it did, Uncle Chris’ betrayal began to fade away. His wife found a space in her heart to forgive him and came back home to reunite with her family. I on the other end, began to get the old version of me back. The jovial and lively me before tragedy struck. I was more focused on my studies than the revenge I wanted as Carlos had said, the best revenge is making sure your enemies do not meet you where they had left you. I began to forget about those that had hurt me, working on a better version of me. It was quite easy with Amelia and Carlos by my side. They both made me feel loved and made me have the desire to live once again. As I spent months living as Carlos’ wife, I began to know Carlos the more. Under his cold demeanour, hid his humid and loving self. He was he most caring and nicest man I had ever known. He made me feel like we had been best of friends for years; that he was a family, a shoulder I could rest on whenever I was down. H
Carla’s POV.I was pacing up and down in front of the operating room, my eyes soaked with tears, feeling unsettled and terrified.“No, No, he can’t die. He must survive. God please, let him live” I prayed as I silently cried, scared that I would lose him.I wasn’t my normal self. I was anxious and feeling guilty for being the cause of the state he was in.“If I hadn’t cry, he wouldn’t have taken his eyes off the road. If he hadn’t taken the hit for me, he wouldn’t be in such a life threatening situation. Why am I so unlucky? Why do I always lose the people I love? Just why?” I silently questioned myself as I bit my trembling fingers, fidgeting.I remembered his last words, those words he had said to me with affection in his eyes, despite the pain he was feeling at that moment.I was terrified, terrified of losing the man that I had begun to fall in love with, the man that gave me the reason to live again. I was scared I wouldn’t have the chance to tell him I felt the same way towards
Carla’s POV “I am sorry, but we lost them” the doctor announced, each word dragged as he let out a heavy breath. “Lost them? What does that mean?” I thought, staring at the doctor blankly. “What do you mean by lost them? They just had stomachache and bleeding noses. So, how could they have died from that?” Carlos’ trembling, yet loud voice asked. He was anxious but tried his best to be as calm as he could be. “Those signs they showed before giving up, could be likened to food poison, but we can’t be certain until we conduct an autopsy on them. I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Carlos” the doctor sympathized, before excusing himself. I couldn’t talk .... couldn’t move. I just stood still, giving my brain enough time to process what was going on. “Died? How could they be dead? People that I was with at the dining table a few minutes ago. He must not know what he is talking about” I mulled over, scoffing before bursting out into laughter. I was in denial – vehemently believing tha
Carla’s POV I was staring at her lifeless body, which was laid on a stretcher, in the holding room. I had run to the hospital thinking the Detective was wrong – thinking he had mistaken someone else for Amelia. “Amelia can’t be dead. She isn’t the one” I had assured myself as I drove to the hospital, being optimistic. But seeing her lying there, cold and motionless, I knew I had hit rock bottom. There was no way for me to deny reality anymore. The heavy weight of the truth and reality made me shiver under the hot weather. My legs trembled and I saw myself collapsing onto the floor, tears slowly rolling out of my clouded eyes. When I realized my only confidant was gone, the fear of being alone gripped me. “She was the only one who stood by me – the one who reassured me that everything would be okay. She fought for me when I couldn’t stand up for myself. Then, why wasn’t I there when she needed me the most? I haven’t even reciprocated half of the love she showed me. So, how co
Carla’s POV. I stared blankly at the soul, which was lying on the bed before me, feeling tired of everything. I wondered what I had done to deserve that kind of life – the life where I will be happy now and the next minute, my happiness will turn into sadness. I was tired – frustrated by everything. I wanted to run away, to yell at Catherine to stop throwing tantrums but I couldn’t bring myself to abandon her. I remembered how I had driven crazily to the hospital after receiving that call. “She slit her wrist as soon as she woke, obviously with the intention of killing herself. For now, I will advise we all keep our eyes on her. She shouldn’t be left alone at any point in time” the doctor’s words rang in my head. That was the time she needed me the most, and I was ready to stick to her side no matter what. Amelia and I stayed with her all through the night, watching over her and waiting for her to wake up. Eventually, she did. “Catherine, are you okay?” I anxiously asked
Carla’s POV “Why did you do that? I thought we both agreed on sticking to the plan. Why did you have to tell her the bitter truth?” I asked Carlos, who was seated beside me on the bench, which was outside Carla’s ward. I was furious about what he did and was ready to lash out at him. At the same time, I feared what Catherine would do after finding out the truth. “Firstly, I never agreed with you on deceiving her and secondly, how do you expect me to hurt you again when I had done that before?” he replied, his dazzling eyes piercing into mine. “I know you are hurting, and you are just pretending to be okay. I have hurt you because of that woman before and you want me to do that again?” he asked, pointing in the direction of Catherine’s room. His pitch was somehow high, as if he was angry with me due to my decision but he was trying not to make it noticeable. “Babe, I know you are worried about her, but I can assure you that she will be fine. You don’t have to keep sacrifi
Carla’s POV “What do you mean, her? Have you been cheating on me with her even before my accident? Have you?!!!” Catherine yelled in frustration; her voice laced with accusation. By that time, I had already turned around to face them. “Cheat on you?” Carlos scoffed, releasing her hands as he stood abruptly. “I never cheated on you—but you did. Do you even know what you did to her? To your own sister?” Carlos’ voice was filled with anger, the forced smile he had worn earlier vanishing in an instant. I knew exactly where Carlos was headed—he was about to expose everything. But the truth could break Catherine. It could make her hate herself, or worse, drive her to harm herself. “Carlos, don’t,” I warned, stepping closer to him. “I shouldn’t? Why do we have to keep lying to her? Let’s tell her the truth so everyone can finally be at ease. She needs to stop making these ridiculous demands! I am fucking tired of this pretense. Her touch alone disgusts me.” Carlos’ voice dripped with
Carla’s POV I was too shocked to realize that everyone else in the room was staring at me. The sound of my phone falling had diverted their attention to me.“Marry her? Where is that coming from? Why would she ask for that the moment she woke up?” I wondered, struggling to steady my breathing. My gaze met Carlos’, his eyes silently pleading for rescue. He looked cornered, unsure of how to respond to Catherine’s request. “Either he accepts, and we become co-wives, or he refuses, and she does the unthinkable,” I thought, torn between the two choices. Silence consumed the room, as if the world had come to a halt for a few seconds. “Carlos, why aren’t you responding? Don’t you want to marry me? Is it because I am crippled?” Catherine’s heavy-hearted voice interrupted the silence, making the room lively once again. Her eyes were laced with tears, as she heartbrokenly stared at Carlos. “No, my love. That’s .... not it. It’s just that .........” Carlos’ shaky voice said stammering, un
Carla’s POV Just as she was about stabbing herself, Carlos walked in, saving the day. The moment Catherine saw him, the knife slipped from her grasp, clattering loudly against the cold tiles. She was so overjoyed by Carlos’ presence that she couldn’t wait for him to move close to her. She tried getting up from the bed to throw herself in Carlos’ arms, momentarily forgetting about the condition of her legs. She fell onto the ground, yelling in pain. As Aunt Stephanie, Aurora and I moved towards her to help her up, Carlos just stood frozen on the point, confusion hitched on his face. We helped Catherine up onto the bed, while she continued to whine in pain. Catherine’s gaze travelled to Charles, who didn’t move an inch. “See, he didn’t even try to help me up. He doesn’t love me again!!” Catherine lamented, as she sobbed the more. “Just let me die!!! Leave me to die” she yelled, trying to hurt herself but Aunt Stephanie and Aurora pinned her hands to the bed, preventing her f
Carla’s POV Weakened by the news, I dragged my feeble legs out of the doctor’s office to Catherine’s ward. I couldn’t bring myself to enter her ward as I feared breaking down in front of her. I sat on the chair placed opposite her ward; my face buried in my palms as I thought about how worsened everything was getting. I was still trying to cope with the fact that she won’t be able to walk again and now this? “She still doesn’t know that she can’t walk again. How will she react if she does? Will she receive the news well?” I thought, worried about Catherine’s reaction to the news. The other time when she had gone for the test, she was moved from the bed onto the wheelchair by the Nurses. She had thought that was because she was sick, not knowing it was because she couldn’t use her legs anymore. I thought of hiding the fact away from her but when I realized she would eventually get to know, I decided to tell her myself. The question that now lingered in my mind was: “How will
Carla’s POVI did an all night shift at the hospital and Aunt Stephanie was supposed to take over from me as early as 8 am the following morning but due to an unexpected incident that happened, she couldn’t make it to the hospital on time.I had planned to leave the hospital early and head home to freshen up and take a nap before going to pick Amelia up at the airport but all that did not go as planned due to Aunt Stephanie’s lateness.After handing over to Aunt Stephanie, I drove straight away to the airport as it was almost close to Amelia’s arrival time. I had to sacrifice my sleep so I wouldn’t keep Amelia waiting.Halfway to my destination, I received a call from Aunt Stephanie - a call that disrupted my plan and at the same time, filled my heart with joy.“Carla, where are you? Hope you haven’t driven too far away from the hospital?” she asked upon me picking the call. Her voice was filled with excitement, which made me wonder what was going on.“Not really. Is anything the prob