The ambulance arrives in no time. As the paramedics rush me into the waiting ambulance, the urgent sirens wail, piercing through the air.Their calm demeanor provides a sense of assurance. The sound of their steady voices and the gentle touch of their hands offer a fleeting moment of comfort.I grasp onto the hand of one of the paramedics; my grip is tight and desperate as if holding onto a lifeline. My tear-filled eyes meet his."Please save my child, please..." I beseech, my voice trembling with anguish.In response, the paramedic's hand gently rests on the back of mine, providing a grounding touch. His eyes convey a mixture of empathy and determination. With a calm yet reassuring tone, he soothes my fears, attempting to calm the storm of emotions raging within me."Calm down... Everything will be fine. We will do our best to save your baby," he assures me, his words like a gentle balm to my frayed nerves.The paramedics attend to me with the utmost care. They move swiftly, administ
Vivian’s POV…I am half asleep when I sense someone sneakily entering the ward. I guess it's Michael. A few minutes ago, he went out to buy some food. I think he's back. I'm too tired to keep my eyes open. So I continued to lie with my eyes closed.Mocking laughter echoes through the room. I frantically open my eyes to find Megan appearing above me, laughing evilly. I frown and instinctively move back, my hand reaching to my tummy as I fear she will do something to hurt my baby.Her smug look makes my blood boil. I sit up slowly and look at her coldly."You are just a lowly slut," she mocks, her disdainful gaze falling on my tummy. "God knows what kind of wild man's child you are carrying. And you dare to imagine winning over George." Her lips curl into a sneer. "You are so pathetic that you even steal someone else’s design to get recognition. Shame on you."Her words, filled with contempt and venom, strike a nerve deep within me. How dare she mock me, belittle me, and twist the truth
The weight of devastation settles heavily upon my shoulders as I read the damning announcement on the official website of the Paris design competition. The words glare back at me, a harsh reminder of the plagiarism report that has tarnished my name and ruined my once-promising career.The realization sinks in like an anchor, pulling me into a sea of despair.A wave of devastation crashes over me, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty and despair. The doors of every design company slammed shut before me as they blacklisted me.The dream I held so dear of becoming a successful designer is shattered into countless fragments, leaving me at a loss for what to do next.Overwhelmed by emotions, I find myself teetering on the edge of hopelessness. The tears threaten to spill from my eyes, and my heart is heavy with the weight of disappointment. I search for solace, seeking answers and guidance, but it feels as though I am trapped in a labyrinth of despair, unsure of which path to take.Th
Ring-Ring-Ring…The sound of my ringing phone pierces through the veil of sleep, jolting me awake. My groggy mind struggles to process the situation as I fumble for the phone, squinting at the screen to see Michael's name displayed."Hello…" With a hoarse voice, I answer the call, still half in the realm of dreams."Good morning, sleepy head. Are you still sleeping?" Michael's playful tone dances through the phone."Yes…" I close my eyes."Get up and freshen up. I will buy you breakfast and be there in a while."I instantly open my eyes, my mind racing to George sleeping in the hall. I desperately try to concoct an excuse to keep Michael from discovering him and misunderstanding the situation. The gears in my mind race, searching for a plausible explanation."Mm... Michael, I slept late last night. My sleep has yet to be complete. Let me sleep for a few more hours. I promise I'll have dinner with you later," I offer, hoping he will accept my feeble excuse."Huh…" He sighs exaggeratedl
I feel something crawling on my cheeks. I wrinkle my nose and twist my lips to ignore the tingling sensation and continue sleeping. I am having such a good sleep. I don’t want to wake up so early. But this crawling on my skin has not gone yet. Now something is moving slowly on my scalp through my hair. It is soothing, but at the same time, it is disturbing my sleep.Unwillingly, I open my eyes. To my surprise, I am met with a pair of tender, loving eyes fixed upon me with unwavering affection. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, my vision gradually clears, and I am struck with the realization that it is George who is watching me so intently.It is George.I remember putting an ice pack on his forehead. He suddenly drew me into his embrace. I am not sure how I fell asleep beside him on the sofa.His gaze carries a gentleness and warmth that I have rarely seen directed at me. The intensity in his gaze sends my heart racing, and I can't help but wonder if there's something more behind h
The black car that hit me fled the scene, leaving me injured and vulnerable. I know, deep within my heart, that I am losing my baby and that the dream of a beautiful life is slipping away from me.Megan’s vengeful nature has not disappeared, even after ruining my career. She wanted to kill my child. I now know why she has come to meet me and try to provoke me.It is a foolproof plan.I turn my gaze toward Megan, and a chilling realization washes over me as I see her sinister smile. The onlookers begin to gather around me, their voices merging into a cacophony of panic and concern.Amidst the chaos, a familiar figure rushes towards me, his worry etched deeply on his face.It is George. He looks worried."Vivian…" He calls out my name, his voice filled with urgency, as he crouches down and cradles me gently in his arms.Despite the pain and chaos surrounding me, I feel a sense of numbness, disconnected from the world around me. Everything seems to blur and move in a whirlwind, their act
When I wake up again the next day, I see George sitting on the chair next to the bed. The intensity of my rage and hatred toward him causes my heart to pound in my chest.He is the source of my pain and suffering; he is the one who allowed Megan to continue her malicious acts against me without any consequences. Because of this, Megan dared to continue to hurt me. First, she destroyed my marriage, then she tarnished my image and ruined my career. Now she has killed my child.It is all because of him.If George had not supported her, she wouldn’t have done so much harm to me.He is to blame for the death of my child. He is a murderer and a sinner. I hate him. I hate him with all my heart."Vivian… How are you feeling?" he asks, his eyes full of guilt.But I no longer care about how he feels.I slowly clamber down the bed, keeping my eyes on him. With all the strength I can muster, I strike him across the face.Pa…The crisp sound resonates inside the room. His face turns to the side, b
Vivian’s POV…Michael comes to see me in the evening after his duty. He is too kind to me and takes care of me just like a family member. His presence offers me solace and reassurance in this moment of vulnerability.I am glad that I have someone who genuinely cares about me. I am stupid enough not to see his good nature and fall into George’s trap again and again.However, I learned my lesson. I won’t make the same mistakes again. The time for revenge has come. Megan will now suffer. She will cry miserably, but her savior George will not help her.I am determined about what I am going to do."Michael, I need your help," I say."I will help you whenever you need it. Just say the word," he says affectionately. He listens attentively, his gaze unwavering, showing me that he's truly there for me.The air feels heavy with a mix of emotions as I gather the courage to share my plans with him."I want to get even with Megan." I clench my fists. My voice resonates with a steely resolve. "I wi