Between Elena and Ronan, who is more pathetic?
ElenaMy whole body felt like it was broken into pieces and fixed back together. To say I was exhausted was an understatement. It was a chore to lift a single finger, and I knew I needed to rest. However, I couldn't allow the maid to see me in this state. It would be too embarrassing, so I steeled my resolve and rushed through the shower while Ronan was still around. It was better for him to help me than have the maid make me uncomfortable. I wasn't sure he would do it, but Ronan did a good job. His hands on my body felt so skillful that I closed my eyes briefly and suppressed a satisfied moan. I was about to express my gratitude for Ronan's assistance, but his words tore my heart into shreds. âWhat happened between us was just sex, Elena. I wasn't even in my right senses, so don't read any meaning into it.âWhat the heck! Why must he always look down on me like this? Was it so difficult to touch his own wife?âRonan Simpson! I am not a slut! Why must you be so condescending?â To
ElenaMy hands trembled as I reached for the phone and held it closer to my ears. Soon, I shakily covered my mouth when my brain properly registered the discussion. There were two peopleâa man and a woman. They were arguing, but it sounded like the man was trying to appease the woman. I could never mistake those voices. They were of my husband, Ronan, and his first love, Darcy. Why would they call me? I had a bad premonition about this...âWhat! Darcy, you drugged me?â Ronan sounded shocked in the background, and so did I. âYes, Ronan. I drugged you last night. I spiked the wine. You only took a few sips, but you felt the effect. I wanted you to make me feel like a woman finally, but no. How could you say you love me when you went to fu*k your wife instead?â Ronan was quiet, but I knew he would finally explode.âYou can't say anything? Ronan, I am sick and tired of all these games. I waited for three whole years to be with you again. Yet you treat me like I am nothing. Ronan, let's
ElenaI rushed out of the bedroom with my car keys in hand. The security guards tried to stop me, but I gave them a death glare that caused them to step back. Without caring about them any further, I entered my car and sped off. Saint City General Hospital My head was filled with so many thoughts that caused me to stagger as I walked. I looked like a crazy person who just escaped from an asylum. No, I think I rather looked like an overdosed junkie. I was a mess, and I knew it. I was exhausted when I got to my father's ward. My strength seemed to have waned so much that nothing prepared me for how badly I felt. My stomach felt upset, but it went away. Then a sharp pain assaulted my stomach before it also subsided. It was like this since I ate the food Benson gave me.âThis is what I get for skipping meals.â I was sure it was nothing beyond my inability to eat on time. I hope my baby won't kick too much of a fuss. From now on, I won't skip any meals, and I won't cry anymore. I will
ElenaAs I drove, my mind was occupied by all the damage Darcy had done to my marriage. She has hurt me in more ways than one, just because she wanted my husband for herself. I suffered in silence all these years, but not anymore. This time around, she messed with my child, and I would never sit silently and let her get away with it.Now that I think about it, I donât even know her house. However, I have an inkling as to where she would be. I just hope Iâm wrong about this.___The Canvas Loft___One thing The Canvas Loft promised its customers was luxury, comfort, and security. I had to share my unique identifier code for the security to let me in. The condos here were not just expensive but also reserved for the elites of Lockwood. Here I was, standing before the same place I spent my first night with Ronan. At the time, he said he was too swamped with work, so he wouldnât travel for our honeymoon. I was rather glad because it meant I could design our wedding room myself. It was a
Elena âNo. I will never listen to a chronic liar like you. Nothing you say will ever be the truth. If I were you, Iâd realize this was a wasted tripâŚâ Those words wouldnât stop ringing in my ears, slapping me with the harsh reality of my life. They were the words of the man I worshipped my whole life. He was my world, but in hs eyes, I was whatever his first love said I was. After Ronan said this, something died in me. It was as if I was doused in cold water. Every urge to fight was replaced with a calmness that stemmed from knowing my place as second fiddle to Darcy Taylor. I had nothing to do beside Ronan, and it was finally clear to me. I had nothing to figt for either. When I walked away from them, it was me finally leaving the pain and humiliation behind. They truly looked like a perfect couple, and I realized I could never fit in Darcyâs shoes as far as Ronan was concerned. I stepped into the sitting room of the house that was my home for the past three years. No. This wa
ElenaI didn't allow Denise to respond, even though I noticed her eyes flash with fearâalbeit briefly. If I had not been watching her like a hawk, I wouldn't have spotted that momentary panic. âOpen the closet and bring out all the clothes.â She just stood there, staring at me as if I were a fool. *Hurry up. I'm too weak to be moving things about.â With a faked weakness, I sat on the bed, looking frail. âYes, madam."I could see her eyes sparkling like stars when she opened the closet and came into contact with all the new clothes that still had their tags on them. I never really went anywhere, so my new clothes ended up getting out of fashion with the tags still on them. I wonder why I still went out shopping though. I guess it was the only thing that took my mind off my misery. As Ronan's wife, I lacked a lot of things, but money wasn't one of them. When we got married, he gave me a black card, which had limitless spending capacity. His assistant wired money into the account eve
Elena___Old mansion___âHello, Aunt Delores. Can I see Uncle?â When the servants led me to the sitting room, the smile on my mother-in-lawâs face faded as she laid eyes on me. She still had that scornful gaze that the old me would have fretted about. How stupid I was to have worried about unnecessary things all this while. âYou evil child! Youâre here to complain as usual, no?â What a joke! The first thing that came to her mind was a complaint. âMrs Simpson, I am here to see your husband, but feel free to tag along if you so wish to hear what I want to say to him.â I couldnât care less about her words anymore. Itâs not like I could use the rest of my life to appease her.âYouâŚâ I know she saw me as her wasted effort, but I donât care anymore.My gaze landed on the maid standing at the side, and before I could question her, Auntie beat me to it. âTake her to the study.â Gosh! Was I glad to be away from her?The maid led me to the study instead of simply telling me where Uncle was.
RonanMy phone had been ringing for some time now, but when I checked who it was, I quickly ended it and contined with what I was doing. We needed to have our meal in peace, after all. Darcy remained silent as I fixed our dishes. Before now, she would have tried to assist in a few things, but I see she has clearly been angered by Elenaâs earlier outburst.Even though she is angry with me for stopping her from calling the police, it is just one of the things to be pissed about. To think Elena would just barge in here and start throwing accusations around. What the heck was wrong with her?She kept getting worse by the day, and it was clearly becoming her new normal. The Elena in my memory always tried to help others. She was sincere and always treated people with love and care. She was just too gentle for this cruel world-or so I thought till she started showing her true colors.Elena began to pick on Darcy, making her high school life a living hell. She never stopped to disgrace Darc
ElenaâI 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 was rea
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