Should Elena still fight for her marriage?
RonanSeveral Hours Ago: âWhat! Are you serious?â I blurted in shock, grabbing my phone tightly. I didnât wish to believe what I was hearing, but itâs Elena and David Spencer weâre talking about here.âCalm down, Ronan. A college friend just gave me the information. I donât know if thatâs true, but many people know how close they were. Maybe someone just overreacted. Go and see for yourself..â Darcyâs voice sounded hesitant, and I felt it as she tried to hold back more information. Even at a time like this, she still tried to speak up for Elena. How could Elena despise someone as accommodating as Darcy?I disconnected the call without bidding Darcy goodbye, because her attempts at defending Elena were getting on my nerves. Those two had history, and I would be a fool to believe that this was merely a coincidence. Opening my tracker app, I quickly found where Elena was, and drove to the hospital after entering the GPS coordinates. Along the way, a thousand and one thoughts run thro
RonanMy mind conjured images of Elena in Davidâs embrace. How dare she do this to me? Yes, I donât love her. However, I never led her on. In our three years of marriage, I never tried to raise her hopes. Elena, on the other hand, didnât stop reminding me how much she loved me. She always told me I was her first and last in everything, and I felt my heart swell whenever she made those comments. I guess the only thing I beat that Spencer guy in was being the first man to take her virginity.âWhy am I so pissed off about Elena being in the hands of her old flame?â It must be because she had been lying to me for the longest time. I wished I could get to hit that David guy once again. I should have beaten him to a pulp and broke some bones, even. Then Iâll see how heâd dare to touch my woman again. âShit!âI quickly swerved an oncoming vehicle just now, and would have been involved in an accident if I didnât react fast enough.âHow dare you occupy my head like this, Elena Jones?â I pack
ElenaItâs the third day of being admitted to the Saint City General Hospital, and I must say I had a lot of rest. My mind hasnât been so at peace in a long time. I feared I might even grow too many pounds from lying here and eating all the good food that Benson brought daily.The doctor didnât want me to go home until everything was okay with both the baby and myself. I wouldnât blame him for trying to be careful. After all, whenever we met, I was in terrible shape.âOkay, Mrs Simpson. You are free to go home now.â Finally! I get to get to leave this bed. Itâs so funny how the doctor hasnât allowed me to step an inch out of my ward or watch television. He even made Benson cease my phone, saying I only needed to sleep and get my pressure to reduce before I left the hospital. Now he was finally ready to release me.âThank you, doctor.â âDonât thank me, Mrs Simpson. Just take good care of yourself. I really wish I could say I donât want to see you here again.â We both chuckled at his at
ElenaâElena, dear, itâs so good to see you.â As soon as I stepped through the door, Uncle Simpsonâs exaggerated reaction alerted everyone to my arrival. He looked much more relaxed, as compared to how I met him five days ago. Standing before my father-in-law right now, I felt guilty for not visiting him since we left the hospital. âUncle, Iâm so sorry for not coming to see you allâŚâ I was about to say more when he beat me to it. âCome on, Elena. Why must you be so hard on yourself? Youâve brought me flowers every single day I spent in this hospital. Who cares if you couldnât be here for only two days?â What? Me? Flowers? When did I send him the flowers, and how did I only leave out two days? This man! He was clearly lying with such a straight face. Even I wouldnât have detected the lie, if I didnât know better. âCome over here, my child. Donât just stand there.â Uncle Simpson held my hand tenderly, unconsciously taking my mind to how my father used to hold my hands. âDonât be too
ElenaâRonan, what is happening there?â Uncle Simpson probed, his face ashen with shock. He was speechless at the scene on our screen, just like I was. Haven't I cried enough? Haven't I complained enough? Haven't I loved my husband enough? What was it about Darcy that I could never surpass? âRonan Simpson, I am talking to you!â Uncle growled in a suppressed voice, gritting his teeth. I could see he was doing everything possible to control his anger. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. âDad, it's nothing. No need to get yourself worked up. Itâs not what you think.â Ronan spoke in a terrifyingly calm tone. I felt like a block of wood that Ronan had absolutely no regard for. âAre you listening to yourself? Ronan, do you think having women swoon over you is what makes you a man?â Uncle still suppressed his anger a bit, but when Ronan didnât respond, he became more forceful. âI've been with your mother for more than thirty years, Ronan. In all those years, I have never looked
RonanI was excited to finally see my father being his former cheerful self. Even though he ignored mom and I, we couldnât blame him too much. No one could touch his dear Elena, after all. I always wished Elena could be as truthful to my father as he was with her. He loved her more than his own son, but Elena never saw beyond her schemes and ploys. Dad truly deserves someone better to dote on than her. Sometimes, I wonder what her true face looked like, because I couldnât tell who Elena was anymore. I watched her grow up, and I thought I knew her, but I didnât. The Elena Jones I grew up with would never have done all the despicable things she did and still paraded herself around like an angel. I couldnât explain it, but I wondered if she got hurt in the wrist. I noticed how badly she tried to hide the pain, but Dad wouldnât allow me to touch the wheel chair. To top it all off, he only wanted to be with Elena, and he just had to praise my wife for being beautiful. It was a good thin
ElenaâDad, do you know I was so scared back there? Why would you do that to us?â I was standing in front of my father-in-law, my arms crossed in front of my chest. I could tell something was amidst, but it took me a white to understand what it really was. âWhat? Sweetheart, desperate times require desperate measures.â How could he say such words so easily? Ronan thought I was a manipulative person who always cooked up stories to win his father over. How would he feel if he found out that the stunt Uncle pulled in there was all fake? âCalm down, Elena. You are my daughter, and I would do anything to protect you.â I could feel the sincerity in Uncleâs words, but my mind was already wandering everywhere. This wasnât supposed to be what marriage looked like. It was supposed to be a union of two loving people who would do anything for each other-like Uncle and Auntie. âI donât want to be desperate, Uncle. I thought of a happy home with Ronan. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with
ElenaOur drive back home was relatively quiet, and I couldnât look for the right words to speak. Ronan didnât try to speak to me either. However, Uncleâs words kept ringing in my mind, and I couldnât believe how silly I have been all these years. While trying to be the perfect wife, I lost myself in the process. Now, I would ignore everything Ronan did to me and try to make my marriage work while being true to myself. There was no need to be somebody else that I wasnât. To please the man whoâs heart was set on another, I became cowardly, someone who agreed to Ronanâs every word, and would never question him, not even when I was suspicious of his deeds. I was the meek and dutiful wife who never raised my voice to my husband. In short, Ronanâs wish has been my command. I literally worshipped the ground on which he stepped, all because I hoped to make his heart beat towards me. I guess I enede up shooting myself in the foot because Ronan didnât even like meek girls who didnât have op
Elena âI heard Valerie is pregnant.â I informed Ronan in a jovial tone, allowing him to get the picture. He always said that Valerie made his children forget him whenever she was around. Now that she was coming back for good, Ronanâs mood was sure to plummet. As I was teasing my husband, I heard the cries of one of the triplets, and my heart skipped a beat. I was about to get out of bed when Ronan reminded me that I was in the room to take a nap. Aunt Delores said she would take care of them, so I left the kids with her and the nannies. I am really exhausted, but now that Iâm on the bed, I canât sleep. Iâve tried closing my eyes several times, but it still wouldnât work. âElena, you donât want to sleep?â Ronan asked in a mischievous tone. He looked like a kid whoâs favorite toy had been snatched from him. I know his worries. The kids turned three months old today, and Ronan had been living like a monk since they were born. He has been reading a lot lately, letting me know I wa
ValerieI finally made it back to Lockwood. That old fart wanted to keep me there for good. How dare he? âHello, letâs meet at Palates Haven.â I was expecting this call as soon as the plane touched down. Weâve been in talks for the past four months, and I wouldnât wish for a better time to have this talk than now.I found my way there without waiting at the airport for any car. I donât wish to announce my presence here, anyway.âSorry Iâm late.â I apologized as soon as I got to the place. I was a few minutes late, after all. âItâs fine. I havenât been here for long.â He responded, causing a smile to break out on my face.âDavid Spencer, you said you loved me. Please tell me why I should believe you.â I pushed a stack of documents toward him, and when he opened it, his eyes were wide like saucers. Itâs not like I donât return his feelings, but I needed something concrete. He had better choose his words carefully, because that is what would determine whether he lived or died today.
Elena Knowing it was Darcy, I realized I was worked up for nothing. What else did she spoil in the dark? Why didnât I notice who she was sooner? Darcy Taylor⌠Hmmmm! The least said about you, the better. I couldnât even hug Jackson without my stomach getting in the way. My friend from so many years ago. Then again, Iâm happy for him. Iâm glad he made it big. âWell, to add to the good news, Iâd prep Mr Jones for a surgery in a monthâs time. If he comes out successfully, he should be on the road to recovery. He would be up and about in six months. One year, maximum.â Jacksonâs congratulatory message didnât even sink into my head. All I could think about were his words. âYou mean my father can walk again?â I had to ask again to be sure. My body trembled from so much excitement that I couldnât control it. âYeah! The doctors took good care of him. His physical fitness is top notch. They just dât know where to look to make him better. I bet they already gave up on him at a point,
JacksonElena Jones in the flesh. She hasnât changed a single bit. The years have really been kind to her, and she still looked as much in love with Ronan Simpson as she was a decade ago. Sheâs even carrying his child. If I had known she was the patientâs family member, I would have run here to sort things out long ago. How could I ever repay her kindness in this lifetime? âYou two know each other?â I didnât know if I should say yes or no to this question. Which would she prefer?âYeah, Jackson, tell my Uncle. Do we know each other?â Elenaâs reaction is too confusing. Could it be the pregnancy hormones or what? She wasnât supposed to get angry with me. I was the one who got hurt by her words and inactions. âI should be angry with you, Elena. Not the other way around. Why are you playing the victim? You know what, how about we let this slide, for old timeâs sake?â I didnât want to push this any further. Elena is one of my benefactors I could never cease to acknowledge. No matter wh
Elena The meal went by in a jolly mood, as everyone chatted lightly. I couldnât keep out of it, as random questions were thrown to me now and then. I felt lightheaded throughout the meal, but tried to hold it in, so I wouldn't scare anyone. Halfway through, I couldnât take it anymore. âExcuse me.â I stood up anruptly, headed for the washroom, but before I could take up to three steps, I was consumed by darkness. I couldnât even resist in the slightest. âElena,â Ronanâs crazed voice sounded in my ears. I couldnât tell why, but he started crying and begging me not to leave him. I guess Ronan carried me to the room, because I woke up in his bed. When I tried to move, my head felt so heavy, but it was still bearable. When I tried to lift my hand to my head and massage my forehead a little, I felt a weight on my hand. Looking toward the direction, I noticed Ronan holding my hand firmly. As soon as I tried to wriggle out of his hold, he also stirred awake. It was already nightfal
Ronan I was reliably informed that Elena was to make a journey to the old mansion today. As a result, I came to support her. This occasion was supposed to be a family dinner, yet, Elena wasnât here-so was dad. I could tell those two were up to something again in Dadâs study room. The old Roman would have flared up, accusing Elena of telling tales to my father. However, I finally realized I was just living like the fool I was supposed to be. I walked toward the study, only to meet it half closed. âUncle Simpson, please, let my Dad go.â What! Why would Elena want to remove the life support? She gave up on her father after so many years? âWhat if I say I donât agree?â My words were unexpected, but I had no plans of allowing her to do this. I believe Uncle Jones can be saved. âDoctor Fischer is still working on inviting that specialist he spoke about. We would double our efforts and bring him in. Can you wait till he arrives? Letâs make a decision after his diagnosis, okay?â E
Elena Itâs been three months since the incident at the hotel. Darcy did so much to ruin me, but I ended up in the arms of Ronan Simpson, the only man I ever loved. I tried so much to fight my affection for him. I thought I already moved on from him, but I clearly didnât. Now that he was hell bent on making me accept him again, Ronan did everything possible to atone for his sins. He was everywhere at the same time, and I even had no choice than to explain to Ruth that my husband wasnât truly dead, but was rather someone who didnât stand up for me when I needed him the most. To my utmost shock, Ruth became Ronanâs advocate. She was the one who made it possible for him to meet me on different occasions. Now, I couldnât even tell if Ronan wanted to turn my house into a florist shop, because he sent a bouquet of flowers every morning. He was so consistent for the past three months that I woke up sometimes looking for his flowers. His devotion so far has moved my heart, but it was
Ronan Last night, I was a beast, and I knew it. However, I just couldnât control myself around Elena. Having her squirming beneath me, with her hands running all over my body, and asking for more and more⌠I didnât expect it to happen so soon. I was ready to help Elena take a cold bath, knowing I was the last person she wanted to see tonight. However, when she offered to get someone else to satisfy her, I lost it. How could she ask that of me? I know I really did a number on her, but the most important thing now is that the drug was cleared from her system, and we also managed to avoid a calamity. That was the most important of all. We both lost ourselves in the passion, going until we collapsed. I must say Elena had it worse. She was so out of it that she didnât even notice when I carried her to the bathroom for a warm bath. She slept so soundly throughout the ordeal. At least, it gladdened my heart that Elena trusted me enough to leave herself at my mercy. As I watched
Elena I was glad to see Ronan marching into the room like my knight in shining armor. His expression looked so fierce, yet I didnât know who his anger was directed to. When he knocked a few teeth out of Darcyâs mouth, I finally understood that he wasnât falling for her schemes today. I raised my head briefly and realized how he stared at Darcy as if she was already dead. Then Darcyâs men were shot in the balls. I folded my knees to my chest, as I fought the drug in my system with all the strength I could muster. Darcy ruined my family. She was the reason my Dad became a vegetable, yet, I invited her into my home. Dad never wanted her at our house when he was healthy, but when he got into a coma, I invited Darcy in to keep me company. When I moved into the Simpsons old mansion, I allowed her to stay in the house for a while, until she betrayed me at the university and moved out on her own. Little did I know that the betrayal started long ago, and I just didnât notice. She ap