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
When I get back home, it is already the next morning. I enter my apartment, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and apprehension. Michael stands at the entrance, his presence reminding me of his unwavering support.I am tired of facing any confrontation. But I cannot ignore him either.He must be worried.Despite my weariness, I manage to muster a faint smile, hoping to conceal the marks George left on my neck and shoulder by loosely draping a scarf around them.However, Michael's observant gaze catches a glimpse of those marks, and his expression falls, concern evident in his eyes."You haven’t slept yet," I say as I unlock the door and walk in."I have been waiting for you." He follows me in.I hang the key in its designated spot, turning to face Michael. Grateful for his unwavering support, I express my appreciation."Thank you, Michael, for helping me and letting Megan see me and George together.""Anything for you," he says, smiling weakly at me. "Go freshen up. I will make breakfast
I arrive at my parents' house to have dinner with them, following their request. As soon as they lay eyes on me, their concern is evident. My pale complexion raises alarm bells in their minds, and they approach me with worry etched on their faces."Are you still not well?" Mom asks, her voice filled with genuine concern. She carefully examines my appearance, trying to assess my condition.Summoning a faint smile, I reassure her, "Don't worry, Mom. I'm fine.""How can you be fine?" Mom's lips turn into a slight pout. "So many things have happened recently. Yet you're acting as though nothing has phased you, putting on a brave front. My dear..."She embraces me tightly, enveloping me in her motherly warmth. "You don't have to be strong all the time. We're here for you. Always remember that."I gratefully return her embrace, cherishing the comfort and love radiating from her. At that moment, I feel the weight of my pain being shared and eased by their presence.Dad interjects, his concer
Vivian’s POV…When I finally wake up, it is four in the afternoon. The room is bathed in a soft, warm light that seeps through the partially drawn curtains.My body feels heavy and lethargic as if I have been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I slowly drag myself out of bed and walk into the bathroom, my muscles protesting with each step.I take a moment to gaze at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are tired, and my body is carrying the marks of last night’s craziness. I splash some cold water on my face, hoping to invigorate my senses.After freshening up, I walk out of the room. The aroma of freshly prepared food fills the air. The servant has laid out a simple yet comforting meal for me. I sit down, savoring each bite.As I finish eating, a sense of restlessness takes over. I step outside into the garden.The cold breeze brushes against my skin, refreshing my senses. I like the calmness of the surroundings. The vibrant colors of flowers catch my eye, their delica