Chapter Forty six. Travis. As the night wore on, Annabelle's anxiety grew. She paced back and forth in Alex's workspace at his house, her eyes fixed on me as he typed on the laptop non-stop. I stood by, and watched as his phone buzzed with updates from one of his colleagues at work. Flashback to a few hours ago. “You can't be serious.” I said, looking away from the paper. “I am in.” Annabelle said, I looked at her in disbelief. “No, you can't do that…it is not safe.” I said. “How else am I going to get my friend back? Huh? I thought she was dead, I thought she was gone and now I have an opportunity to bring her back. Am I just gonna let it slip away?.... (She scoffed.) No Trav, I can't and I am willing to do everything and anything to get my best friend back…. You can step off if you don't wanna help, I won't hold you to it but stopping me from helping isn't an option.” She said, having a fierce look on her face. I looked at her then drifted to Alex who opened his arm in a way
Chapter Forty Eight.Travis pov I couldn't shake off Henry's words from my mind. "Our engagement is in two days, you can't keep shutting me out of your life and the phase with him is over already." ‘Was he right? Was I just a phase for Annabelle? And has it ended?’ I thought to myself for a while.I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the issue at hand. Annabelle's engagement was in two days, and I have to do everything to stop it. She belongs to me and me alone but what could I possibly do to make her see how much I need her in my life again.As I worked on my laptop, trying to create a business proposal letter, my mind wandered back to Henry's statement. ‘Why did he say that? Was he trying to provoke me or genuinely concerned for Annabelle's well-being?’ I thought yet again.The knock on the door broke my train of thought. It opened and to find out who was by the door, it was Samantha, my wife, whom I have no iota of feelings for, standing in the hallway. She looked furious."W
Chapter Fourty nine. Annabelle pov I sat there in the chilling confines of the hospital ER, my heart pounding with worry, waiting for Travis to return. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as each passing moment felt like an eternity without his presence. I tried calling his number but it kept directing me to voicemail. “Where the hell are you Travis?” I said, feeling concerned and worried as I stamped my feet on the floor continuously. Then, suddenly, the door opened and the doctor emerged. As soon as I saw him, I rushed down to meet him. “Doctor, what is the situation on ground?” I questioned. His eyes were filled with concerns but his mouth was shut. “Can I see you in my office? Are you the patient’s guardian.” He asked. “Yes, I am…just tell me everything that I need to know, we don't necessarily have to go to your office.” I said, my hands were shaking a little bit. ‘going to the office doesn't always turn out good, I'd rather hear the news here than go over to the office.’ I
Chapter Fifty. Travis pov As I sat in that hospital waiting room, my thoughts were consumed by the what-ifs surrounding Samantha's condition and the potential impact on Norah if her mom's health took a turn for the worse. ‘What do I tell Norah if Samantha doesn't make it? How do I—(the thoughts of seeing my daughter crying pierced deeply into my heart but I pushed the thoughts away)’ I stood up, pacing back and forth saying my prayers. “Hey Big guy up there, this is a time for you to help me out please, save my wife and don't make Norah cry, please.” I said, joining my hands together and my heart beating faster than normal. The weight of responsibility and guilt pressed down on me as I replayed every moment that led us to this point, wondering how I could have been more careful, more attentive. ‘I wish I could retrace my steps and fix my actions, all this won't have happened.’ I thought again, I was very restless and unsettled. The weight of my actions really weighed in on me
Chapter Fifty one. Travis pov “What would I do now that I have sent Annabelle away in anger? How do I account for that?” I thought and said out loud before proceeding to enter the ward. I entered the room and the sight of Samantha sleeping peacefully warmed my heart and I was washed with relief then I remembered I had to give honor to whom honor is due. Annabelle. Leaving Samantha's room momentarily, I tried to contact Annabelle, hoping to convey the depth of my emotions. Yet, my calls went unanswered, my texts left hanging in the void of silence. “Please leave a message.” The lady at the end of the call said. “Please call me back, and thank you for saying Samantha's life.” I said then hit the end button and the message got delivered. I let out a sign, step into the room, sat on the sofa and closed my eyes to sleep, with so many thoughts in my head I was still able to sleep as I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on one thing, which is the fact that Samantha was doing fine.
Chapter Fifty-Two. Annabelle pov The hospital walls were a cold, sterile white that seemed to suck the warmth out of the air. I sat on an uncomfortable plastic chair, my back stiff from hours of waiting, my mind far from the engagement ceremony preparations that were underway and the constant ringing of my phone. The sterile smell of disinfectant mixed with the sharp, metallic scent of fear that seemed to permeate the air around us. Travis sat beside me, his shoulders hunched, staring at the floor as if searching for answers in the speckled tiles. His wife, Samantha, was lying unconscious in the room, and I could feel the guilt radiating off him in waves. He hadn’t spoken much, but his eyes said everything….. angry at himself, fear for Samantha, confusion about why I was here instead of at home preparing for my engagement. “Travis, it’s not your fault,” I whispered, my hand reaching out to touch his, but stopping just short. The years we had spent apart hadn’t erased the ins
Chapter Fifty three. Travis pov I sat in my office, staring blankly at the stack of papers on my desk. My mind was far away from work, consumed by thoughts of Annabelle's impending engagement to Henry. The idea of her marrying him felt like a punch to the gut, a final nail in the coffin of any hope I had left of rekindling what we once had. Annabelle and I had divorced years ago, but the love I felt for her had never faded. Now, I was faced with the agonizing prospect of losing her forever. Henry was a good man, and he had loved Annabelle for as long as I could remember. He was stable, reliable, and everything a father could want for his daughter. Annabelle's father had made it no secret that he preferred Henry over me, especially after our divorce, but the thought of Annabelle being with someone else, sharing her life, her dreams, her laughter with another man, was unbearable. The engagement party was to be a grand affair, with the who’s who of society in attendance. I kne
Chapter Fifty four. Travis pov I stood on the balcony of my apartment, looking out at the city skyline. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the buildings, and the world seemed peaceful. But inside, I was anything but at peace. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, memories, and regrets. It had been a week since Samantha had woken up, and although she still didn’t remember me or our life together, she was slowly regaining her strength. I spent every day at the hospital, talking to her, trying to jog her memory, but it was a slow, painful process. And then there was Annabelle, whose engagement to Henry had left a gaping hole in my heart. It felt like my life was falling apart, and I was powerless to stop it. I sighed and leaned against the railing, closing my eyes. I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off the chaos of my personal life. Maybe work would help. There were always projects to finish, meetings to attend, deadlines to meet. But even as I thought about divi