Isabel’s POV
When I woke up, the room was dimly lit. The low hum of medical machines noticed that I was in the hospital bed again. The difference was that I had a throbbing headache and intense stomach cramps that were worse than the last time. Where was I? What had happened?
The soft hum of medical machines surrounded me. I had a throbbing headache and intense stomach cramps. Where was I? What happened?
I suddenly remembered Lilith’s evil smile and hard push, then the painful fall down the staircase. I had ended up on the floor, flat on my belly with Lilith’s weight on top of me.
Oh no… I gasped and jolted upright, causing another contraction in my womb. “My baby!”
The doctor noticed I was awake and walked over to me. He stood by my bedside, his expression somber. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Williams," he said gently. "Your baby didn't survive the fall."
His words pierced my heart like a dagger. I felt an overwhelming wave of grief wash over me. My hand instinctively moved to my now empty belly. Tears streamed down my cheeks. My baby, the little life I had been so excited to welcome, was gone.
“My little girl… It can’t be!” I sobbed. The doctor placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. There was nothing we could do.”
“You may experience some after-pains and bleeding over the next few days,” He continued. “We will keep you here so you can rest and we can monitor your recovery.”
I looked around the room, hoping to see Emerson. He should be here, comforting me, sharing in this pain. But he wasn't.
“My husband… W-Where’s my husband?” I mumbled in shock.
“I believe I saw him in the maternity ward, ma'am,” The doctor replied. I was confused. What was he doing there?
“That other lady who fell down the stairs with you?” The doctor continued. “She went into early labor after the accident.”
Accident? Her push had been very intentional. I nodded and the doctor left the room. My entire body was sore and weak, but I had to find my husband.
After a while, I gathered enough strength to leave the room. I needed to find Emerson. As I walked down the hospital corridors, I felt like a ghost, hollow and broken. I finally found the maternity ward. I looked into a few rooms through the glass windows. Suddenly, my heart stopped.
I saw Emerson sitting beside Lilith's hospital bed. He was cradling a tiny baby in his arms. Lilith lay in bed, looking tired but triumphant.
My heart shattered anew at the sight. Emerson was doting on Lilith and her baby. Meanwhile our child was lifeless, because of her.
I had every right to storm in and demand answers. As his legal wife, I deserved an explanation for this betrayal. But as I stood outside the door, my courage faltered. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and watched them. My heart ached with a profound sense of loss and rejection.
Why did he choose her? What did I do wrong? My mind raced with questions, but deep down, I knew their answers wouldn't change anything. I was the outsider in their perfect little world.
I whispered softly to myself, "I'm just a fifth wheel in this relationship. No matter how much I hurt, no one will care."
I stood there for what felt like an eternity, my eyes glued to the scene inside. Emerson's face was filled with a tenderness he had once shown me. Now, it was all for Lilith. He didn't even glance in my direction.
Twenty minutes passed, and not once did anyone notice me. I was invisible. A shadow in their happiness. The realization hit me hard. I turned away, my heart heavy with sorrow.
I walked away from Lilith's room. A sudden sharp pain shot through my head. I stumbled, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
The world around me blurred, and I felt my legs give way. The pain in my head intensified, a throbbing agony that made it hard to think. I collapsed to the floor. The last thing I saw was the cold, white tiles of the hospital hallway.
When I woke up again, surprise, surprise—I was back in a hospital bed. Seriously, was this my new vacation home? What had landed me here this time? Was it the aftermath of the miscarriage that had knocked me out? Or had I managed to find some new, creative way to faint?
A nurse gave me some water and a snack. She ran some tests, shining a flashlight in my eyes. Her worried frown made me feel anxious. After I'd been awake for half an hour, slowly adjusting to my surroundings, the doctor arrived.
He was looking even graver than before. "Isabel," he began, his voice gentle yet firm. "You’ve been in a coma for 3 days. We ran several tests and scans, and found something concerning.” He paused. What could be worse than losing my baby? I wondered.
“I'm sorry to inform you… You have a tumor in your head. It's likely causing these symptoms - dizziness, headaches, fainting. If it continues to grow, you might not have more than a year."
His words hung in the air, heavy and foreboding. I stared at him, unable to process the full impact of what he was saying. My baby was gone, I lost Emerson, and now my life was at risk. The weight of it all threatened to crush me.
I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. How had everything gone so horribly wrong? What was I supposed to do now? I felt completely and utterly alone, in a sea of pain and confusion.
Isabel’s POVFacing the fear of death for the first time, I found myself clinging to the hope that my husband could be my anchor. I remembered our early days together. The joy and love that had filled our lives. Emerson had been my everything. My knight in shining armor. The memories now felt like distant dreams. He wasn’t here for me in my darkest moments. I spent a few more days in the hospital, under the watchful eye of a team of doctors and nurses. When they finally told me I could leave, I took a long shower in the sterile bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I didn’t recognize myself.My once bright blue eyes were now dull and tired, shadowed by sleepless nights and endless tears. My long blonde hair hung lifelessly around my face, lacking its usual shine.I glanced down at my belly, still a bit swollen from the baby I once carried. The slight curve was a painful reminder of the life that had been growing inside me. A life that was now gone. I gently touched my stomach, feeli
Isabel’s POVThe hospital corridors seemed endless as I hurried towards my father's room. My heart pounded in my chest. My thoughts were racing. I had to be strong. I had to be there for him. As I reached the ICU, a nurse stopped me."Ms. White, your father's condition has deteriorated. He's at risk of brain death," she said gently.Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt my knees weaken. But I couldn't afford to fall apart now. I needed to know more."What do we do now?" I asked, my voice trembling."The medical account balance is insufficient for further treatment. We need to make a decision soon," the nurse replied, her eyes filled with sympathy.Panic surged through me. My father's life was on the line, and I had no idea how to save him. Just then, my phone rang. It was Emerson."Where are you, Isabel?" he demanded, his voice sharp with irritation."I'm at the hospital. My father's condition has worsened," I explained, holding back a sob."You're just making excuses to avoid
Isabel’s POVThe jewelry shop’s overhead light glinted off the bracelet in my hand. The little gemstones casted tiny reflections around the room. The bracelet had been a gift from Emerson. A symbol of a love that now felt like a cruel joke.“Wow, that's a beautiful bracelet!” Lilith’s voice broke through my thoughts, dripping with feigned admiration.She turned to Emerson, her brown eyes wide with innocent concern. “Isabel must be short of money if she's selling her jewelry. Should we help her?”Emerson’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. He snapped, saying how this behavior humiliates him, and his family. His voice was low and menacing.I bristled at his accusation. “Humiliate you? You’re the one who insisted I give up my job to raise our child. I had no income and never asked you for extra money.” “I do need money, but not for myself,” I continued, my voice shaking with anger and desperation. “I need it to help my father. Since you refuse to help him, I ha
Isabel’s POV"Excuse me? Is this yours?" A voice stopped me in my tracks just as I was about to make the biggest—and last—decision of my life. I turned around and saw a hand holding my purse. Relief and confusion washed over me. The money wasn’t lost. A sliver of hope returned to my heart. Maybe it wasn’t my time yet. But that meant facing all the pain of living.The whirlwind of emotions became too much. My stomach churned, and a sharp headache surged through my skull. My legs gave way beneath me. I started to fall backward, off the edge of the pavement, toward the rushing cars. I held my breath as I felt myself slipping out of consciousness. Was this the end?But then, just in time, the figure’s arms caught me. He held me tightly as my world faded to black.The world slowly came back into focus as I vaguely heard someone talking. The voices were low and concerned. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw two doctors communicating with another man. The man noticed I was awake first. He rushed
Emerson’s POVThe day I promised to customize a necklace for Lilith as a birthday present, was the next time I saw Isabel. We decided to go to the jewelry store together to choose the perfect design. Lilith was in her element, gliding through the shopping street with an air of practiced elegance. I trailed behind her, my mind somewhere else entirely. As we entered the jewelry shop, I was only half-listening to her chatter about the latest trends.That’s when I saw her.Isabel stood at the counter. Her back was slightly hunched, as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. Her hair, once vibrant and full of life, looked dull. Her face was shadowed with fatigue. She was holding something in her hand—a bracelet. My bracelet. The one I had given her on our first anniversary.A sharp pang of anger shot through me. How dare she try to sell it? That bracelet was a symbol of our marriage. A bond that should have meant something to her. Even though I proposed divorce, I felt a bitte
Isabel’s POVRobert offered to pay for my cancer treatment. I was stunned. His words left me speechless, and I didn’t know how to process the overwhelming kindness he was showing me.“Robert, I can’t accept that. It’s too much,” I replied, my voice shaking. “We haven’t seen each other in years. Why would you do so much for me?”He took a deep breath, his gaze softening. “You were my only friend in school, Isabel. You cared about me when I was bullied. You sat with me when no one else would. You have no idea how much that means to a lonely, insecure little boy. Now, I’m finally in a position to repay you. Please, let me help you.”His words left me with a strange mixture of gratitude and unease. His kindness and the offer to be my support touched me deeply. But wasn’t it a bit much for something I did all those years ago? I didn’t know what to say to his offer.Before I could gather my thoughts, my phone rang. It was Emerson’s assistant. What was this about? I picked up the phone.“Hel
Isabel’s POVEmerson stood over me. He claimed he saw me with another man. His cold face was contorted with rage. Why did he look jealous? He shouldn't have cared who I was with. When he proposed divorce, he even implied that he never loved me. Perhaps it was just about his ego…My reaction obviously irritated him. I tried to avoid unnecessary trouble, keeping my face as neutral as possible. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. As you said yourself, what could I possibly hide from you?" I countered. I didn’t want him to know about my illness. All I wanted was to diffuse the tension.Emerson's irritation flared. He mocked me with an ironic sneer, "We haven’t even finalized the divorce, and you’ve already found a new boyfriend.” Then he demanded, “No matter who he is, stop meeting him. It'll be best for both of you."I couldn’t believe his nerves. How dare he control who I do or do not see! “Emerson, you are being totally unreasonable! He is just a friend. And why should you even ca
Isabel’s POVI didn't expect to meet Robert here. He told me that his family had recently started a commercial cooperation with Andrew Williams, so he received an invitation. It felt surreal to bump into him again. But our friendly atmosphere was soon broken by Emerson.Seeing Emerson’s fierce expression, Robert whispered, “Do you need help, Isabel?” I appreciated his kindness but didn’t want him to get involved in our conflicts.“Don't worry, Robert. This is not your battle to fight,” I responded.Emerson paced over to us, his posture tense and menacing. He looked very handsome in his tailored suit. His sapphire blue tie matched the color of my dress perfectly. In the past, we would have laughed together about the coincidence, a private joke between us. But not today. His blue eyes were filled with nothing but rage.“Who is he?” Emerson demanded, his voice icy.I tried to explain, but Robert was faster. He introduced himself with a calm confidence that only seemed to infuriate Emerson