(ASHLEY'S POV)I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, my eyes fixed on the wall clock. Four hours had passed since Arielle was rushed into the emergency room, and yet, I had heard nothing. No updates, no news, just an eerie silence that was driving me nuts.I had tried calling Jared multiple times, but his phone was busy, and when I called few minutes ago, it was switched off. Shouldn't he be worried and had called me by now since it's late in the evening already, and Arielle was not home yet?He used to call me whenever Arielle was not home and with him, but today was different, and I didn't feel good about it. I was tempted to go find him, to ensure he knew his wife was lying in the hospital, fighting for her life, but I couldn't bring myself to leave Arielle. Not yet.I wanted to see my best friend, to hold her hand, to know she was going to be okay. But then, there was this nagging feeling in my gut that Jared was somehow involved in what happened to Arielle.I don't mean to sound
(ARIELLE'S POV)I groaned and tried to sit up on the bed, while glancing around my surroundings. I was in a hospital room, but I had no idea how I got there. I tried to recall, but my mind was a blur.That was when I saw her, Ashley. She was sitting next to me, her head resting on the bed.“Ashley?” I croaked, my voice dry.She looked up, and quickly grabbed my hand, tears brimming in her eyes. “Oh goodness, you're awake. Are you alright?”I nodded. “What happened? Where am I?” “You're in the hospital. I should get the doctor,” Ashley said and rose to her feet.“Hospital?” I tried to remember, but everything was fuzzy. And then it struck me; my baby! I remembered the accident, bleeding, and my hands flew to my stomach. “My baby,” I whispered, panic setting in. Ashley looked away, and I cast her a quizzical look. “Say something. Is my baby alright?”Ashley winced, still not meeting my gaze, but I could see the tears at the corner of her eyes. “I'm sorry,” she sniffed.“Why are you s
(ARIELLE'S POV)Ashley hesitated, her eyes dropping for a moment before meeting mine again. “No,” she said softly. “I've been trying to reach him, but his line has been unreachable. I intended to go look for him but…" Her voice trailed off, and she squeezed my hand gently. “You were unconscious, and I didn't want to leave your side for long.”I nodded, pain piercing my heart. What was I expecting? That Jared would leave the bosom of his lover –Sofia, to come look for me? Even though I lost my child and i'm in this state because of them?I felt a bitter laugh rising in my throat, but it died before it could escape.Ashley broke into my thoughts. “I'll try calling him again,” she said, reaching for her phone. “If he's still unreachable by phone, I'll go look for him. It's so weird that he hasn't looked for you all this while.”“Don't,” I whispered.Ashley paused to look at me quizzically, but I just shook my head again.“Don't bother, Ash. He's probably busy.” The words stung, but I kn
(JARED'S POV)I slowly opened my eyes, and found myself lying on my back. As I looked around, I realized I was lying on the bed, in the bedroom. But something felt off. I tried to sit up, but a sharp headache hit me, and I winced. Still, I defied the pain and sat up, rubbing my temples.Where was Arielle? And what time was it? A glance at the wall clock and I gasped, 9 am. Why was I still at home and not at work? Why didn't Arielle wake me up for work?Additionally, I felt weird. My mouth tasted bitter, and I felt tired despite just waking up. I tried to think, but my head ached more with each passing moment.What the hell happened?Just then, the door swung open, and Sofia walked in, carrying a tray. She flashed me a bright smile. “Good morning, sleepy head.”I forced a smile, still confused. “ Good morning. What's going on?" I asked. “Why are you bringing me food in my room? Where's Arielle?”Sofia's smile faltered. “Don't you remember?”“Remember what?” I asked, my frustration grow
(SOFIA'S POV)I watched Jared dial the number, my mind racing with frustration, and I wished for nothing but to snatch the phone. Why was he still bothering with her? Didn't he realize I'd done him a favor by getting rid of her? Shouldn't he be grateful?I recalled the events that led to this moment. When Jared said he didn't have a reason to divorce Arielle I knew I had to do something. Had to come up with reason. Knowing how suspicious Arielle was of our friendship, I had to make my plan run in that direction to make it more believable.So the previous day, I managed to take out a document I figured would be important to Jared from his briefcase. And just as I predicted, he returned home at noon to look for it. I went up to his bedroom with a drink I already spiked and offered it to him.He accepted the drink and a few minutes later, it took its tole on him. I led him to the bed, and stylishly set my phone's camera to film us while straddling him and acting like we were making out.
(ARIELLE’S POV)The aroma of the varieties of food laid out on the table hung in the air, as I sat across the table from my husband, Jared. It was our anniversary, and in commemoration of that, I had suggested that we had an indoor dinner– just the two of us.Despite his usual aloof self, Jared had created time from his usual busy work schedule to honor the occasion, and that was a gesture I considered lovely.I had chosen to sit across from him instead of our usual dinning position–beside him because I wanted to see all of his reactions when I finally broke the good news to him.You see, I just discovered that I am pregnant yesterday from our family doctor, and I stalled the news, so I could break it to Jared during the anniversary dinner.Whatever way would have been better? Celebrating an anniversary, and the conception of a baby. Sounds like a double party to me.“This meal is delicious, Arielle,” Jared commented, interrupting my line of thoughts. "I don't understand why I'm alwa
(ARIELLE POV)Oh well, color me surprised!I blinked severally to ensure that I was not seeing wrongly. My eyes widened in shock, my mind trying to process the scene before me. My husband, Jared, was standing beside another woman, a pregnant woman who claimed to be his wife, in a restaurant where I worked.The woman's words earlier reverberated in my ears, “my husband will have you fired!” My heart pounded, breathing suddenly becoming difficult.I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. I took a step forward, my voice raspy and barely a whisper, “Jared?”Jared met my gaze, his composure unwavering. “Hey, Arielle,” he said in a casual tone,, as if being seen in the restaurant his wife worked in with another woman who claimed he was her husband, was a normal occurrence.My eyes narrowed at him, as I expected him to offer me an explanation.Before Jared could respond, Sofia stepped forward, her face a mask of surprisement, “Oh, you must be Arielle! I’m so sorry for the confusion.
(ARIELLE'S POV)“Ashley, I need to go. Thank you for the information. I will call you back later.”After the phone call with Ashley, I tried my best to handle my whirling thoughts.Jared is always elegant, considerate, and meticulous. I thought I knew this man after three years’ marriage. However, I've never seen him as emotional as he was in the restaurant, nor have I seen him break his promise, twice in a row.I sighed as I stepped down from my car. Upon arriving at home, nothing prepared me for the sight I was met with. Sofia was seated comfortably in the sitting room, and she was not alone. She was with Jared's mother, and they were conversing and laughing happily. While Jared was sitting alone on the single sofa next to them. “What's going on here?” I managed to ask, a lump forming on my throat.As I approached, Jared rose smoothly, reaching for my coat. “I brought Sofia over because Mom wanted to see her,” he explained, his tone measured."You could have told me first," I said