"Alright." Vanessa agreed, and Sylvester stood up, adjusting his jacket to leave and see the doctor, so he would show him the new room. As he turned to leave, Vanessa called after him. "Sweetheart." He stopped and looked back at her. "Yeah?" "If this blows up in our faces... just know I’m blaming you," she said, half-joking but with some trace of seriousness. Sylvester chuckled nervously. "Noted. Let’s make sure it doesn’t come to that." With that, he left the room, his mind racing, thinking of how to convince Anabel when she comes back. He knew the risks were high, but at this point, there was no turning back. In less than thirty minutes, the room was arranged, and Sylvester took her there. "I will stay outside. So when she comes back, I will tell her that you are in the theater. That you are undergoing the surgery. "Alright, just be careful." "Thank you. We will be through with this soon." He replied and left, ready to face Anabel. . . (Two hours later) . Annabel arr
"Fine," she said. "I’ll take your word. I hope they succeed." "They will. She's in good hands," Desmond replied, and Anabel walked toward one of the waiting chairs, gesturing for her security team to remain close. She sat down and crossed her legs, glancing at her watch impatiently. Sylvester didn’t dare leave. He sat behind her, stealing nervous glances at her while silently praying that nothing would trigger her suspicion further. After spending a little time with him, Anabel finally stood up, brushing off an imaginary lint from her outfit. "I have other matters to attend to. But I will be back . And I expect to see progress by the time I return." "Of course. That's my expectation as well." Sylvester replied. Anabel signaled to her security team, and they escorted her out of the hospital. Sylvester let out a relieved breath as she left out of sight. Though he knew this was far from over. . . . Anabel got home and entered her room, then shut the door with a soft thud. She dr
"Anabel, I’m trying to tell you this because I do care. Why won’t you just hear me out?" Desmond said. At this point, his frustration was beginning to show in his voice. "How on earth do you even think I will believe you? Listen, I don’t believe you. You never cared about me. You rejected me because you had what you think was a better option. Why should I trust you now?" "That’s not true." Desmond said. "You may not believe it, but everything I did was to try and do what I thought was best for me, which I was very wrong. I didn't do that because I hated you. The pressure was too much on me. I never hated you." "Thank God you said best for you." She shot back. "You divorced me, Desmond. You let me go like I didn’t matter. Someone who truly cared about me would never have done that. So you never even cared." "Anabel, I made mistakes. I won’t deny that. But this matter isn’t about our past. This is about what’s happening now. Sylvester isn’t who you think he is." "Enough, Mr. D
"Congratulations, Mrs. Anabel! You are four months pregnant!" The doctor announced. "Here is the test result. Take a good look at it."He handed the test result to her, and she went through it. Tears of joy streamed down her delicate face. She had been waiting for this moment for two years, since marrying Desmond.Her mind flooded with their love story. How he saved her from a dirty gang who wanted to rape her. How they got married and started living together.Though for the past few months, she was gradually losing her husband to a lady his mother and his sister wanted him to marry.They fired all their maids so that she would have a lot of work to do in the house. They abuse and treat her like a maid, but she endures it all. Now that she was pregnant, she believed they would support and love her again. She believes they will stop abusing her.She rushed out of the door and headed to her car. Once she got inside, she dialed her husband's number."Hi Honey, I have a good..." Her voice
They were still talking when Desmond walked in with Daniella, holding hands like couples."Wow! My son and my potential daughter-in-law is here already! They look like a perfect match from heaven." Desmond's mother stepped forward and embraces her son."Desmond!" Anabel called. "How can you cheat on me?"He turned his attention to Anabel. "I don't understand. What are you talking about?""Do you want to deny it? Don't even try to. I called you this afternoon to share a good news with you, only to find out that you are cheating on me. I guess the husband snatcher picked up the call and left it so I could listen to her sick moans.""I've warned you to desist from calling my potential daughter-in-law a husband snatcher!" Desmond's mother intervened. "What good news do you have for him other than telling him that you found another sex style that will make you pregnant.""Son." She turned to Desmond. "You don't have to be hiding it from her. You are doing the right thing. Daniella is perfec
"Mother, Do you know why Desmond is hesitating to divorce Anabel? I thought he would divorce her without a second thought. She's barren and unproductive." Daniella said in disgust."Yes, but I think Desmond believed she was blessed with good luck. Ever since he married her, things have been going well. He has achieved so many things easier and without stress.""I thought he picked her from the slum. How could he believe it was because of her? What if it's a coincidence?""I've tried to convince him, but he's been stubborn. He loved her, and I hate it. I don't know if she charmed my son.""Desmond, I can't stay with that woman. I will forgive you for cheating on me, but I won't tolerate you bringing her in this house." Anabel spoke up when Desmond walked on."The last time I checked, this is my house. I'm the man of the house, and I say what happens. Daniella is staying, whether you like it or not. She's carrying my child.""Then what happens to our marriage? I can't share my man with a
"Who are you calling?" Desmond asked."Why are you asking me who I'm calling? I'm no longer your wife. Who I'm calling is none of your business.""She must be calling her poor friends." Bella mocked."Mind how you talk to me, Bella. I'm never your mate. Though I don't blame you. I blame myself for reducing myself so low that you can talk to me anyhow you want. If not for the fact that I married your brother, you are not qualified to talk to me. People like you run errands for me.""Stop blabbing. It won't help you. You are leaving, and you are not coming back." Bella waved a mocking goodbye as Anabel made her way to leave with a small bag."Don't come back begging, Anabel. I won't listen to you. You have the privilege to stay and be our house help, other than going out to perish. All of us know that you don't have anywhere to go. I'm giving you a chance." Anabel heard Desmond speak from behind. She paused and twirled her head towards him. "The last thing I will do is to become your mai
"Take me to the best boutique. I need some new clothes." Anabel said just as she entered the car. The driver drove off without talking. He knew the best boutique in the city.In less than twenty minutes, they were there. They parked in the parking lot, and she came down."I will go inside by myself. I will call if I need any help." Anabel said before walking inside. The boutique is meant for the rich. A common person cannot afford the least collections in the boutique.Anabel got interested in one of the gowns and called the sales lady to get it from her."The gown is over there." She pointed at the gown. "I need it. Get it for me."The sales lady looked up and saw the cloth she was pointing at. It was one of the most expensive collections. She stared at Anabel and shook her head."Are you sure you know the cloth you are pointing at?" The sales lady asked."I'm not having an eye problem. Get the dress for me." Anabel replied."I'm sorry, I don't want to waste my energy. I cannot get it
"Anabel, I’m trying to tell you this because I do care. Why won’t you just hear me out?" Desmond said. At this point, his frustration was beginning to show in his voice. "How on earth do you even think I will believe you? Listen, I don’t believe you. You never cared about me. You rejected me because you had what you think was a better option. Why should I trust you now?" "That’s not true." Desmond said. "You may not believe it, but everything I did was to try and do what I thought was best for me, which I was very wrong. I didn't do that because I hated you. The pressure was too much on me. I never hated you." "Thank God you said best for you." She shot back. "You divorced me, Desmond. You let me go like I didn’t matter. Someone who truly cared about me would never have done that. So you never even cared." "Anabel, I made mistakes. I won’t deny that. But this matter isn’t about our past. This is about what’s happening now. Sylvester isn’t who you think he is." "Enough, Mr. D
"Fine," she said. "I’ll take your word. I hope they succeed." "They will. She's in good hands," Desmond replied, and Anabel walked toward one of the waiting chairs, gesturing for her security team to remain close. She sat down and crossed her legs, glancing at her watch impatiently. Sylvester didn’t dare leave. He sat behind her, stealing nervous glances at her while silently praying that nothing would trigger her suspicion further. After spending a little time with him, Anabel finally stood up, brushing off an imaginary lint from her outfit. "I have other matters to attend to. But I will be back . And I expect to see progress by the time I return." "Of course. That's my expectation as well." Sylvester replied. Anabel signaled to her security team, and they escorted her out of the hospital. Sylvester let out a relieved breath as she left out of sight. Though he knew this was far from over. . . . Anabel got home and entered her room, then shut the door with a soft thud. She dr
"Alright." Vanessa agreed, and Sylvester stood up, adjusting his jacket to leave and see the doctor, so he would show him the new room. As he turned to leave, Vanessa called after him. "Sweetheart." He stopped and looked back at her. "Yeah?" "If this blows up in our faces... just know I’m blaming you," she said, half-joking but with some trace of seriousness. Sylvester chuckled nervously. "Noted. Let’s make sure it doesn’t come to that." With that, he left the room, his mind racing, thinking of how to convince Anabel when she comes back. He knew the risks were high, but at this point, there was no turning back. In less than thirty minutes, the room was arranged, and Sylvester took her there. "I will stay outside. So when she comes back, I will tell her that you are in the theater. That you are undergoing the surgery. "Alright, just be careful." "Thank you. We will be through with this soon." He replied and left, ready to face Anabel. . . (Two hours later) . Annabel arr
"I think you are making sense." Sylvester nodded. "I will still have the chance to get the money from her." "Yeah, I will make arrangements for it now." "Alright. Let me inform Vanessa." Sylvester said and left the doctor's office. In as much as he wasn't unsure about the new plan, he knew there was no turning back now. The stakes were too high, and they had to act fast if they wanted their plan to work. Vanessa glanced at him as he entered the room. Her brows furrowing slightly when she noticed his facial expression. "What’s wrong, sweetheart? You look like you are disturbed." She said. Her voice sounded tired but curious. Sylvester closed the door behind him and walked over to her bedside. "Nothing much. Just that the plan has changed." Sylvester said, and Vanessa’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What do you mean by the plan has changed? What is going on?" Sylvester weakly pulled up a chair and sat down beside her, the leaned in closer. "We are moving you to another room.
"You cannot do anything, and don't threaten me. Threatening me won't change anything. I am a top doctor, and no random lady who thinks she has money will make me lose my job.""By the time I reached out to the CEO, you will understand." Anabel said, and the doctor smiled."This is one of the biggest private hospitals in this country. How on earth do you think you can see the CEO?" The doctor asked."It's very obvious that you don't know who I am. But don't worry; by the time you are fired, your eyes will clear. Even the CEO will not be safe with me." Anabel said, and the doctor waved her off dismissively. "Stop bragging in my office. You are just a wealthy woman with a big ego. Nothing more. You are an ant in front of the CEO of this hospital. So just calm down and listen to me." The doctor said Anabel's frustration began to boil over. "Annabel, please, I don't want us to escalate this." Sylvester began to beg Anabel. "We need to think about Vanessa's well-being." The doctor scoffed
She asked and Sylvester nodded nervously, "I'm with you." But deep down, Sylvester knew that he wasn't with her. All he wanted was for her to make the transaction and not to transfer Vanessa to another hospital. It wasn't the plan. "I assure you, Miss Annabel, that we are doing everything we can for Vanessa. Nothing will happen to her. We are treating her already. The only thing remaining is the surgery, which will begin once the payment is made. This hospital is equipped with the best resources and specialists. Transferring her is not an option. Vanessa is in safe hands." At this moment, Annabel's patience was wearing thin. She decided to take a different approach. Since the doctor can't comply peacefully, maybe using violence would work out. "Listen, Doctor, if you won't release Vanessa to us, then I will take this matter to the police, and I will make sure you regret ever putting profits over patients. Vanessa deserves immediate treatment, and it's crystal clear that you are
Annabel woke up early, determined to take matters into her own hands. She had spent the night thinking of how to investigate Vanessa and Sylvester. Even though she had seen signs, she needed to verify and confirm. She wasn't convinced that Sylvester could have that in mind. Now, her plan was to visit the doctor and discuss transferring Vanessa to another hospital. She took her bath, got dressed, and grabbed her bag, then headed to the hospital. As she entered the hospital, she saw Sylvester sitting near Vanessa, who had her eyes closed. Sylvester had seen her car pivoting inside the hospital and quickly alerted Vanessa to get back to her act. "How is she doing?" Anabel asked, staring at Vanessa, who was lying like someone who was almost lifeless. "Nothing had been done to her yet. None of my friends have complied." Sylvester replied with a pity face. "This is the reason I'm suggesting we take her to another hospital. A better hospital that will treat her without deposits. L
Leonard was planning to leave the house when he heard a knock on his door. He paused on his track and tried to recall if he was expecting anybody. He couldn't recall inviting anybody. "Who will that be?" He asked himself before walking towards the door to open it."Who is that?" He asked while holding the door handle. "It's me. Open the door." Daniella replied, and Leonard was surprised to hear her voice. He quickly opened the door with a smile, but what he saw made his face change.Daniella was standing with nothing. He looked around in search of her car, but he didn't see it. "Daniella? What happened? You are empty and ......" He looked around again. "Where is your car? I can't see it." Leonard asked, his eyes scanning her for any signs of distress.Daniella forced a smile, trying to mask the frustration that was eating her up. "It's a long story, Leonard. Let me settle in first." "Alright, come in," Leonard said, stepping aside to let her enter. He was still confused.Once
"And what made you think you were going to win me in court?" Desmond asked. "Wait..... You really believe that our marriage would automatically grant you a 50/50 split of my assets in a divorce? That I would simply roll over and hand you half of everything I've worked for, everything I've sacrificed for, everything I've built from the ground up? You see, your audacity is so staggering, and your sense of entitlement is so appalling. You think our marriage is some kind of guarantee, some kind of golden ticket to my wealth and success. Well, let me disabuse you of that notion. I've worked too hard, come too far, to let you simply waltz in here and take half of everything I own. You will have to do better than this, Daniella." "You are utterly delusional, Desmond. You got no chance here. As your lawfully wedded wife, I'm entitled to half of everything you own - every asset, every property, every last penny. And there's nothing, absolutely nothing, you can do to turn it upside down. You a