“Sounds like you—” I was cut mid-sentence when Henry walked back into the waiting room. “Has it begun?” I jumped to my feet and asked immediately, the man nodded and I followed him into his office. “I’ll just go check where mom is,” Harvey called after me and I absentmindedly nodded. Henry and I stopped when we were in his office, my heart ached at his stone-faced expression and I held my breath for his next words. “He was compatible, they are prepping him up for surgery now, want to grab some coffee? ” A small smile spread across my lips and I gingerly accepted his offer. A few minutes later, we sat in the cafeteria, drinking coffee. “So, you want to talk about what happened in there?” His words were slow and almost forced. I could feel the hesitance and uncertainty that laced them. “What do you want to know?” I asked and paused with my coffee mid-way to my lips. Henry licked his lips and pressed on. “It feels like something is going on,” He commented and sipped his coffee. I p
I pulled my hands away from Henry and stood up. The brown-haired doctor froze. “You don’t get it, do you?” My voice was the lowest it had been for a while. “Between Moore and I, there’s only pain, anger, and so much hatred—” I pushed midway and allowed my words to sink in. “He hates me because the beloved that I abandoned him and I will never be able to forgive him for marrying my best friend and having a child with her,” I explained and ran my hands through my hair, my shoulders deflated and I sighed. “The only thing between you two are misunderstandings —”“Misunderstandings? What do you mean?” my voice broke and my hands shivered, what was he on about? Moore and I had no misunderstandings. He married my best friend when he was lucid and I left because deep down I was tired. I was sick of it all. Of fighting all our lives, of all the secrets, and problems. That day I realized that maybe we were better apart. It wasn’t a misunderstanding. “There are no misunderstandings between
“Mom, at least tells me what is going—” I stopped speaking when Henry entered the room. We stood up and anticipated whatever news he had. The brown-haired man sighed. A need of sweat rolled down his forehead and my limbs went weak in a moment. My eyes stung with tears at the thought that something could have gone wrong. Before I collapsed into my never ending void of possibilities, Henry’s words came like a bright light and forced me back to reality. I blinked as I registered that he was speaking. “...It was a success they have been awake for a few minutes now, you have a perfectly healthy little girl, Amber,” I almost crashed with relief and I stumbled toward Henry and held onto him. Several sobs escaped my lips and I clung to him. It was crazy. It was hard to accept and believe that the nightmare from the past few days was finally over. At a point, I was sure I would lose my daughter. I had already given up. My legs gave out underneath me and I was painfully are of the fact th
“Can I see her?” Moore asked and it was then I realised I had been protectively standing in front of Christie. I stepped aside and looked away. “Hey, sweetie,” Moore whispered in a soft tone. “You— you are from before right? You— you took me to my mommy,” she pointed out. Of course, she would remember that Moore saved her from the accident. “W-who are you?” she whispered with a straight face and I clenched my fist and turned. I wasn’t sure why I was so frustrated and annoyed. Maybe it was because a moment ago, he rejected her and now he suddenly wanted to be close to her. I could not allow my daughter to go through the same fate I did. Moore and I would never be together, he was already bound to Belene and they had a child together, if he had to choose, he would choose Belene in a heartbeat and my daughter would be heartbroken.“He is a friend.” I cut through the conversation before Moore could tell get the truth. He turned and glared at me with confused eyes.He walked over to me
I pushed Moore and slapped him. He turned and we locked eyes.“You know you wanted it as much as I did.” He informed me and I felt my insides twist at his words.“No, I did not,” I lied through my teeth. “I did not because I tore you from my heart a long time ago—““Then why are there tears in your eyes?!” Moore snapped. “Why does your heart race, why can’t you keep still? if you tore me out, then why did you name our daughter, Christine?”“Because I care about Christine, you are just being ridiculous right now!” I snapped at him and ran my hands through my hair. “And why do you care about Christine so much?” He asked and I froze in my place. “I will tell you,” Moore said and took a step toward me but I took a step back. ““Because she brought us together,” a tear rolled down my eyes and I shook my head. “Because Christine made us love each other, she wanted us to be together, she wanted us—““That was in the past Moore!” I yelled like a mad woman. I tugged on my hair and breathed. “
“Everything,” I said and stood up, I plopped down on the chair in the office, and Henry sat beside me. “Everything went wrong and—”“But what could have gone wrong, Amber?” The man’s voice was sharp and laced with several emotions. “I remember that night perfectly well. You were going insane, you were frantic in that car, soaked in blood from head to toe, with a practically lifeless body and you never gave up, because you beloved he would survive.”“Nathan—” I bit back a sob. “He was dead Amber. When j entered that car, Your husband was already dead but I did not have the heart to tell you, he was practically at death’s door, one foot in. His pulse was almost gone, his heart rate too low to be heard, his eyes were practically shut and he wasn’t even breathing” Nathan confessed. “I could not tell you though,” The dark-haired man with hazel eyes continued. “You were so upset, you seemed completely traumatized and you just wanted to save your husband, I Don’t even know you got that far
“Fine then,” I snapped and glared at Moore. “Don’t let me go,” I told him, “ it makes no difference to me anyway,” I continued and took a step past him, “Because I have already moved on from you—”“Why are you lying to yourself, Amber?” Moore asked in return. “Do you genuinely believe that if you say this over and over again it will suddenly become the truth?” He deadpanned and I sucked in a sharp breath.I ran my hands through my hair and breathed. “How can I explain this to you? In what way can I say it so you understand?” I searched his eyes as I spoke. “We are in two different worlds now, Moore. I am no longer a psychologist and you aren't some bachelor struggling to get over his ex-wife—”“I love you.” Moore shut my rant completely and we locked eyes. My heart raced in my chest and I stumbled back before I regained balance. “No, you do not love me,” I informed him and my eyes stung with tears, “if you loved me you would have tried to listen to me, you would have waited because I
“What can I do to make things better, Amber?” Moore whispered before he let out a gasp, His knees buckled and I caught him before he hit the ground. The force was a lot more than I could bear though, so when we told on the ground and he somehow ended up on me, we locked eyes and I whispered. “Stop trying to fix things, stop trying to re-build this relationship, I need space, I need time to think, I almost lost my daughter, you just found out that your wife is a murderer, Moore, right now, so much more is going on than our love,” I explained softly and the door opened at that exact time. “What are you doing here?” it was a female brunette who spoke, she had her hair tied into a ponytail and she eyed us down wearily. “This is staff premises, you cannot be here,” She explained sharply and I nodded before I walked past her and exited the room. Moore followed behind me till we reached the waiting room. “You are still here,” I whispered when he sat down beside me. “I wanted to see Christ
EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER "Mom, do you think I'll do well today?" George asked, a touch of nervousness in his voice. I paused in adjusting the collar of his soccer jersey and turned around to look at him and myself in the mirror. I understood where his fears came from. George had a crucial tournament to play in, and he was the star player of his team. That came with a lot of expectations from people, which put a lot of responsibilities on his eighteen-year-old shoulders. I smiled warmly at him, making sure he saw years of love and support in my eyes that weren't going away for any reason. "You've trained hard, George. You'll go out there and give it your all. No matter the outcome, your father and I will always be proud of you." He grinned. "Thanks, Mom," he gave me a hasty kiss on the cheek and sat on the bed to put on his boots. The pride in my heart swelled as I watched him tie his shoelaces. "Hey Mom, how long does it take Dad to retrieve my soccer jacket? I'm almost finished
"Hey...you okay?" Moore asked softly, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I'm fine. I guess the spin on the beach has me a little dizzy. But I loved it." Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm bluish glow in the room. I sat on our bed, resting my back on a pile of pillows Moore had earlier stacked against the headboard. Moore lay beside me. His arms surrounded my swollen belly protectively, and his fingers made circular ticklish patterns. They made me giggle. We marveled at the miracle growing within me. Our baby, our little bundle of joy. "George is going to be such a lucky child," Moore's s voice held awe and tenderness. We had talked about naming him and agreed to name him George after my father. "And you, my love, will be an amazing mother. And you're an amazing psychologist. What do you think about practicing again after George is born?" I let out a soft sigh in agreement, but a hint of uncertainty lingered in my eyes. "I don't know, Moore. Pract
"Come on up, Amber. We have to head home." He rose and held out his hand towards me. I shook my head. "I can manage. You go and start the car. Get it running. I just need a moment to breathe," I uttered. I could barely recognize my voice. It was rusty, and I felt pains in the back of my throat when I spoke. Scrambling to my feet, I sighed. "Well. This is it. I'm only leaving this place, but you're forever in my heart." The scorching desert sun bore down on my weary shoulders as I stumbled towards the car. The weight of grief still sat heavy in my chest. All I wanted to do was escape the suffocating air of this wilderness. As I neared the car, my vision blurred, and the world around me swirled into an incoherent mess of colors. Darkness crept in, swallowing my consciousness, and I crumpled to the ground. "Amber!" I heard Moore's panicked cry a distance away, and the shuffling of his footfalls as he rushed to my side to gather my fragile form into his arms. "Amber, Amber are
"No, Moore," I replied, my voice heavy with determination. "She's cost me too much. We did the same with Louisa, and she only escaped. I won't let Alicia slip through our fingers again." "Amber, we will make sure the police do their job well if that's what you're afraid of. But we can't take the laws into our hands just like that. Let's follow due processes," Moore's voice pleaded with me from the driver's seat, his words laced with reason and the hope for justice. He tried to convince me that we should turn Alicia over to the police, and let them handle the consequences of her actions. But I couldn't bring myself to comply. Not this time. The weight of our past, the pain Alicia had inflicted upon me, resurfaced with every word. Forgiveness and love had always been one-sided, a futile attempt on my part to salvage what was lost. Now, it was time for me to take control of my destiny. And that will begin by making sure that nobody, starting with Alicia, could ever hurt me or my love
Moore was quiet. I couldn't blame him. My heart was too heavy, and what I was feeling could not be expressed in words. But his care, concern, and need to make me feel better warmed my heart. The door swung open, and the person responsible for our abduction finally stepped into the room. "It's about time you showed yourself, coward," Moore bit out at the approaching figure who didn't spare him a glance. She was focused on me. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes locked with familiar orbs. No way. This could not be. But it was: Alicia, my step-sister. The one who had torn our family and separated me from Moore all those years ago. The mix of anger and fear welled up inside me, but I held my ground, refusing to show any sign of weakness. "Well, well, well! We meet again, sister," she sneered and cackled, swinging a silver Swiss Army paring knife. I was sorely tempted to scream at her and wipe that smirk off her face, but I pulled myself together. Don't give her satisfaction. Alic
Mum and Christie… They were dead. How? Why? My heart pounded and a pool of tears found its way to the back of my eyes. They threatened to pour as I stared at Moore hastily driving towards the house. The tires screeched and he drove past other cars. With the way he drove, every other person could tell it was an emergency — an emergency because I needed to see him. I wasn't able to believe it. No, my dreaded thoughts couldn't have come to reality. Mum and Christie couldn't be dead. I'm sure the call was a prank call. I was excited yesterday — I was problem-free. It couldn't have happened. My Christie will be safe. But then it rang in my head again. If Christie was in danger, then it was my fault. I was probably the worst mother on earth. We left France in the morning. We took the next flight back here. I needed to be sure the call was fake; I needed Mum and Christie here with me. Thankfully, Moore's car came to a halt in our compound and I rushed out. I picked up my heels
I exhaled as I held onto the luggage. After Mum eavesdropped on the conversation, she offered to protect Christie. She insisted Moore and I went on a honeymoon A weird feeling tugged at my chest and worry filled my heart. Dreadful images filled my brain as I thought of it. Is it safe to leave Christie alone? I shut my eyes as I pondered on it. Of course, it was, my prolactin hormone was just at work. Christie will be safe. "Amber," Moore called and I opened my eyes. He gave me a warm smile and took the luggage from me while I turned to Christie. After this, I will make sure I get to spend time with her. "Christie" I called and bent down to her level. We were in front of the building about to leave but I had to make sure I talked to her. "Be fine, okay? Mum will come back soon. Take care okay?" Her giggle filled my ears and she pulled me into a hug which I reciprocated. I broke the hug and peppered her face with kisses which made her chortle. She was indeed a sweetheart! "Bye M
My chest fell and rose as I watched the police take Louisa. I couldn't believe she had escaped from the prison. I knew she wanted to harm me, she was desperate to cause me pain but I didn't expect her to break away from prison."No, you just can't —" Louisa's protest was cut short when the officers grabbed her arm as they led her to the van. The officer turned to me and I bit hard on my lip.My thoughts had begun to wander off. Will it keep happening over and over again? Did I deserve no peace? Why did Louisa cause me pain on things I didn't know about?I couldn't understand it. I whipped my head to Moore when I felt his soothing touch that caused my heart to pound. He pressed my hand softly and I looked up at him.His eyes held the warmest and softest expression I could read; I could read the hope and pain that hid behind his lids."Stop it. Stop it, Moore, you can't keep touching her that way. I hate it!" Louisa yelled as her eyes bore holes into my skin. Veins popped out on her for
I sucked in a sharp breath, the pressure pressed down on my neck made it hard for me to even breathe. My head was pressed back hard against the pillow beneath as the figure above me pressed down even harder than before.The darkness made it impossible for me to see who it was, I only felt cold palms grasped at my throat. My eyes flew open in both shock and panic, small ragged gasps escaped my throat as I felt the air start to leave me. My heart, once quickly beating slowed in tempo and my eyes widened in desperation.No, I couldn't die. I can't die just yet — at least not in this way. I couldn't let them kill me like this.Small coughs erupted from my lips, I wheezed, now desperate to survive, and used my last bit of strength to scream for help as I pushed the figure back with all my might.My push made the figure fall to the ground and I used that opportunity to reach for my light lamp as I coughed painfully, and gasped greedily for breath. The lamp came on, its light wasn't bright b