Elena“Dad, do you know I was so scared back there? Why would you do that to us?” 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. “What? Sweetheart, desperate times require desperate measures.” 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? “Calm down, Elena. You are my daughter, and I would do anything to protect you.” I could feel the sincerity in Uncle’s words, but my mind was already wandering everywhere. This wasn’t 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. “I don’t 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 couldn’t look for the right words to speak. Ronan didn’t try to speak to me either. However, Uncle’s words kept ringing in my mind, and I couldn’t 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 wasn’t. To please the man who’s heart was set on another, I became cowardly, someone who agreed to Ronan’s 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, Ronan’s 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 didn’t even like meek girls who didn’t have op
RonanIt was in the spur of the moment that I promised Dad that I would not divorce Elena. Now that we were alone, I didn’t know what to say or feel anymore. I couldn’t think of anything to start a conversation because I felt I had to explain my kiss with Darcy.However, Elena didn’t ask me anything about it. I guess she felt it meant nothing since she also cheated on me with that David guy. The difference between us here was that I didn’t cheat on her as she thought. I hurried into the shower as soon as we reached the bedroom, but nothing prepared me for the sight I met when I emerged from the bathroom. Elena removed her clothes and was only left in her underwear. I met her throwing her clothes into the laundry basket just now. I expected her to avert her gaze and try to cover herself like she always did, but there was no movement. She just stood there like the temptress that she was, making me question everything I ever believed. It has been a long time since I saw my wife like th
ElenaWhat did I just do? This is so embarrassing! I threw myself at Ronan, but he didn’t even flinch. I understand I had an effect on him, but his heart still belonged to another. Uncle, you said Ronan loved me, but just didn’t realize it yet. I knew it was just my wishful thinking to agree with you, but could I just feel his love for once before I died?Since I was embarrassed at the stunt I pulled just now, I couldn’t face Ronan anymore. His whole stance changed when Darcy’s call came through. How could I hope to be with someone clearly telling another woman he loved her? He didn’t even consider my feelings. I don’t know how I bathed till the water in the tub went cold. Only then did I realise I had been in there for too long. When I stepped out, Ronan was no longer in the room. Thinking back to what happened just now, my mind was cast back to my mobile phone that Benson kept in my bedside drawer. There were a few messages when I switched it on. I also had some voice notes fro
RonanI hesitated to respond to Darcy that I loved her, but she understood my circumstances. She didn't question me a single bit but offered to speak with me the next day when I was free. Darcy didn't throw a tantrum, and she didn't make a fuss. I loved that about her, and I wished with everything within me that I could marry her and have her in my arms every day. I wanted the whole world to know she was my woman, but because of Elena, I couldn't do it. I had to put my life on hold, or better still, put it aside and be with Elena. It was what made my father happy, and I wouldn't question him any more. As long as he continued to recover, I could keep up this facade for his sake. I needed to sort out a few things in my study, so I left to tackle them. The more reason I left was because I didn't intend to stay in the room when Elena got out of the shower. I wasn't ready to be tempted by her body anymore. It was about thirty minutes when I returned. I expected her to lie down and try to
Elena I cried myself to sleep last night, unable to understand what happened. I know Ronan has always been biased toward Darcy, but last night was a new level I couldn’t fathom. Darcy sent those thugs to assault me. She targeted my baby—our baby—but my husband only cared about protecting her. He wouldn’t believe me, no matter what I said. I felt a throbbing pain in my wrist throughout the night, but I didn’t have anyone to call for help. I couldn’t even pinpoint when I went to sleep. Waking up this morning, I felt pain all over my arm. It felt worse than it was yesterday. I finally managed to get out of bed with so much difficulty, yet the main problem was getting myself out of these clothes, freshening up, and getting to the hospital. My arm has already swelled up from my wrist upwards. I sucked in a painful breath when I tried to get out of my nightgown. I couldn’t lift my right arm- talk less of raising it above my head, so I opted to cut the dress. I was finally free when it f
Elena“Harold, I have a lot going on in my life right now. There’s no need to stress my husband over this. It’s just a fracture, right?” How could I allow Harold to involve Ronan, when he was the same person who put me in this situation? If anyone had told me Ronan could be this cruel to me, I would have denied it with my life. Now…“We need to keep you here for a while. You’d be under observation for the next few hours. Elena, if you get better, you’d go home by this evening. If not…” I had no strength in me to argue with Harold.I would protect this child with my life, even if I had to spend the next few months in the hospital-my baby must be born. Just like that, I was on admission, and the nurses came to take my vitals now and then. I slept most of the time, and when I finally woke up around 7:00 p.m, David was with me. My heart skipped a few beats when I cast my mind back to how Ronan accused me of having an affair with him. This man has been protecting me from the shadows.
RonanI tossed and turned on my bed throughout the night. It was true that Elena made me angry when she said those words about Darcy. However, I didn’t understand why I lost my temper and reacted that way. I saw her pained expression, but I couldn’t care less. When I held her wrist, I felt an impulse to let go, but I couldn’t overcome my anger. Elena did many despicable things, but why must she target someone who hasn’t done anything to her? She put herself in that situation when she cheated on me with David, anyway. Why do I need to take care of her like I didn’t feel hurt about her blatant disregard for me, her husband?While lying on the bed, I felt I should go back and check on her, but my pride wouldn’t let me. Besides, she wouldn’t die because I grabbed her wrist, would she?At the first light of dawn, I left the house, not wanting to face Elena. What if she woke up and claimed she couldn’t see because her wrist hurt? She was that manipulative. Any situation could be turned in
Elena“How are you so sure you can help me, Dr Pierce? Doctors informed me a few months ago that my condition was incurable. How could you assure treatment now that the situation has already deteriorated? Are you aware I’m currently in the late stage?” Dr Pierce fixed a meaningful gaze on me for a while before telling me what I didn’t know if I should feel happy or sad about. “I’ve done this more than once, Ms Jones. The most successful patient lived for fifteen more years than expected. She was in the third stage when she approached me.” The man’s words reeked of finality, and I had a feeling that I could trust him. However, I already lost hope when I was told there was no going back for me. How could I trust him now when I might have crossed to stage four already? He said it himself; the patient he treated was at stage four. Then again, this doctor Pierce looked like he had a special interest in my case. I just couldn’t pinpoint whatever he wanted from me. What if he knew me some
ElenaAs I watched the nurse place Liam back into the incubator, my heart ached, and I only wished I could join him in there. Nothing would make me happier than to have my baby in my arms and go to sleep with him on the same bed. Ruth led me back toward the ward, and on our way, I learned that the young nurse who spoke to me earlier was the same person who was tasked with taking a shot of the birth process of Liam. She really seemed like a kind soul, I must say. “I’m glad to see you smiling this beautifully, Elena. There is a certain glow to you now that I could never explain if anyone asked me about it. Tsk!” Ruth was an observant fellow; I give her that. She was able to tell that my mood changed just by watching how I dressed and my interactions with Liam and the young nurse.“Can anything ever escape your eyes, Ruth?” I asked her in a defeated voice. She was just too observant for her own good. Speak of a perfect judge of character, and Ruth would make number one on the list.“W
ElenaI slept for five hours straight, and I couldn’t believe it. I cried myself to sleep this afternoon, only to wake up when the sun had already set. with the moon hanging beautifully up in the sky. The night sky looked breathtaking, and I just couldn’t have enough of it. The stars sprinkled their light everywhere, while the moon cast an aesthetic glow in it’s glory.This had been the longest time I slept since I woke up from the coma.I felt more refreshed when I woke up just now, and my legs even gave way for me to stand on them. For the first time, I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked… lost. I didn’t look like myself, and all the eye bags under my eyes just added to how horrible I looked. How could I be this pathetic? I knew I would eventually die and leave this earth sooner, rather than later. However, there was no need for me to go down looking like a ghost before I finally became one, was there?. Despite everything that happened over th
RuthI watched Elena cry herself to sleep, and my heart ached like nothing I had ever felt before. I was sad because she had done so much for me, yet there was no way for me to help her. Elena tried to help everyone who came into contact with her, yet she had so many people around her but couldn’t be helped. When she trembled from all the pent-up frustration earlier, I felt her pain. WHo wouldn't wish to live longer, even if it was only for a few days more? Elena wasn't an exception, and I watched how she battled with sleep ever since she regained consciousness. She was scared to close her eyes. Elena was afraid that she may close her eyes to sleep and never wake up again. How could anyone live with so much anxiety? The problems were just too much for her feeble body to bear.I know Mr Spencer loved her terribly, but why he did what he did, I could never tell unless I asked him. I must do just that. Elena already suffered a lot, and as a person she trusted so much, he should have exp
Elena “We need to talk about your brain tumor, Elena.” What the heck! David Spencer’s voice caused me to go tense in my chair, as I cast a questioning glare toward him. How could he bring these two doctors in here and decide to check my brain tumor again? We both knew I was in the late stages, so why this? When did I ever tell them it was up for discussion? I told David I didn’t wish to discuss this sickness ever again. Why then did he do it?I stared at everyone in the room, who looked like they had too much to say about my condition than I wanted. Looking from one person to the other, everyone seemed particularly edgy, and I bit my tongue to prevent myself from saying anything I could regret in the next second. What shocked me the most was the presence of David Spencer, who seemed so agitated that I was certain he just couldn’t wait to let it all out-whatever he had in his chest, that was. I wasn’t happy about the intrusion, and I didn’t wish to go through any tests again. I ma
ElenaTears flowed out of my eyes, unhindered. I didn’t have what it took to hold it in. I thought I’d lost him. I thought I could never see my son again, but there he was. He was sleeping so peacefully in the incubator that I could tell he was in great hands. The sight of the rise and fall of his chest made me feel a new breath in my bones. It was testament to the presence of life force running through his veins. My Liam was alive and kicking.I stood beside the incubator, watching my Liam through the glass. He looked so tiny-so frail but alive, all the same. I wanted to hold my son, hold his tiny hands and feel the softness of his smooth and supple skin to my touch. I wanted to feel his warmth against mine, and assure him that I was here for him. Nothing would make me happier than to hold him in my arms and assure Liam that I loved him, and that I would always protect him, no matter where I was. Alas, I had to wait a while longer. I could only hope I stayed here long enough for
Elena“Liam… Liam… Liam… Where are you, Liam?” I was thrashing my hands everywhere, trying to break free and find my son. Some powerful arms suddenly seized and pinned me. I couldn’t move my hands anymore, even my feet were not so free, and the helplessness caused me to break down in tears. As my tears fell, I realized someone was calling my name. No, not just someone-it was David. How did David get here, and why would he pin me on the bed? What…Bed. I was lying on a soft bed, with beeping sounds blaring in the room. I knew this sound all too well. It must be the beeping of machines. This only meant that I was in a hospital. Again.“Liam, where is my Liam? Where is my baby, David? Where is my baby?” I kept moving my arms, even if his strength prevented it from showing. “Calm down, Elena. Please, calm down, I beg you. You will see your son when the doctor gets here, but for now, please calm down.” I tried to struggle once again, only to hear him say, “Liam, huh, that’s a lovely na
Elena“Liam, Liam, Liam… Where are you, Liam?” I searched through the living room, looking everywhere for my son. I couldn’t find him anywhere, but I didn’t worry about a thing. We were behind closed doors, and he couldn’t have hidden anywhere I wouldn’t find him. Maybe he just got better with hiding, while I got bad at seeking. “Come out, Liam, where are you? It’s time for bed. ” I spoke an octave higher when I noticed I couldn’t spot my son anywhere. To top it all off, I already searched every nook and cranny of the house. Playing hide and seek before bed had become like a ritual, and Liam enjoyed it a lot. The only time he slept willingly was when he got enough fun from playing hide and seek with me. It was only the two of us, anyway, hence, I had to do this with him every other night. Not that I mind, though, because he happened to be the only thing I lived for. Liam was my light in this dark world. His disarming smile could melt even the stoniest of hearts. He was simply adorab
DavidIt has been four days of torture, four days of moving about like a zombie, and four days of hoping this wasn't the feared end. For Elena, I have lived like a man who has come to terms with her condition. I lived like a man who was ready to move on and take care of her child in her absence.Heaven knows I wanted to be no part of that. I didn’t have plans of becoming a single father to her child. All I wanted was to be with Elena. I didn't mind another man's child, but I didn't want to do this without her. I was okay being her friend, a friend in the shadows, someone she could always call on when she needed help.I couldn’t tell when it happened—when I had fallen so hard that there was no saving me. My initial intentions weren’t to fall in love with her. It was something else altogether, but as I watched her smile, brace all storms, love and get betrayed, and watch her cry when she thought no one was watching… I fell madly in love.Somewhere between my plans and her charm, I wante