ElenaMy heart beat violently in my chest, even though what Ruth said wasn’t anything scary. The implications of the words were rather what scared me. If I agreed to take father away, what next? “His condition is not stable, Ruth. We cannot move him from here.” I knew she hesitated about something, but I didn’t ask her anything. I wasn’t being particularly truthful with her, anyway. How could I tell her I feared what would happen when I take my father away and then I’m no more? How would I explain to Uncle Simpson when I finally move my father away from here? How would father cope when he eventually woke up to my absence? At least Uncle Simpson would do anything to ensure father’s safety. To me, that was better than how much I missed him. I would be too selfish if I took him away. He had people who loved him here, and that was enough for me.“Okay. What do you want to do now, Elena? I would have suggested that we come here every weekend to see him, but your condition isn’t the bes
ElenaI don’t know how long I have been standing before the mirror in the ladies’ room, but I just couldn’t stop trembling all over my body. I was with my dad for the last time, and I could never tell how things would be for me after today. I had a fleeting thought to remain in Lockwood and accompany my father till my last moments, but I knew it was impossible. The peace I needed till I delivered my child would be distorted, and I would have to deal with Ronan and the schemng Darcy for the rest of my days. I just couldn’t take that. It was too much a blow for me to bear. I remained standing in front of the mirror, the tap running for as long as I could remember. My gaze was fixed on nothing specifically, and it was shocking to note that my mind just went blank after all the panic.Wehn I got here, I was a whole mess, wndering why my life was so difficult. I got slapped with one problem after the other, yet I didn’t even have enough time to face my troubles. I cried my eyes out till
Ronan“What did you say? You saw Elena at where?” I couldn’t believe my ears. Elena was just spotted at the hospital. I searched high and low for Elena. There was nowhere I didn’t look in my endeavor to find her, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air. I waited and waited, going home every single night for the last three months, just to meet Elena upon her return. To be sincere, I couldn’t even tell what I was waiting for. Initially, I only wanted to be there when she arrived, but I later found myself going back every night, just so I could sleep at her side of the bed. Whenever I wasn’t at her side of the bed, I was in the study, transfixed on our wedding photograph. I couldn’t tell what happened to me, but I found myself pining for Elena. I wanted to one where she was, find out what she was doing, and just be sure she was okay.I finally realized that's what she wanted. Elena wanted me to be miserable. She wanted me to be miserable. She hope I’d look for her with everyth
Elena“How do you feel, Elena?” Ruth probed in a worried tone. I could tell she was worried, but even I felt too helpless about my situation. I’m okay, Ruth. Thank you for being here at the right time. If you had not caught me…” I paused my words, allowing myself to imagine the worse. A lot of dangerous scenarios flashed past my memory, and none of the outcomes was good. “Don’t think too much, Elena. I’m here, am I not?” Yes. She was here. Ruth got here just in time to capture me in her warm embrace. “Thank you, Ruth. Thank you so much for being there for me.”“Stop it, Elena. You have been there for me. You made my bastard son and I a part of your family. Now, no one dares to piss him off anymore. For the first time in my life, people see me as a person, and it’s all because of you. I should be the one saying thank you, Elena. You really are a Godsend.”Looking at Ruth who had unshed tears in her eyes, I couldn’t push the memory out of my mind. I know she was trying so hard not to
Elena I sat in Harold’s office, awaiting his arrival. He said he had something to share with me, and I had a feeling it had to do with my father, though he didn’t specify. When Ruth informed me about how I missed his call earlier, I quickly called him back, only for Harold to request I meet him in his office. I knew he was busy, but taking time off his busy schedule to tell me something about my dad’s condition made me so anxious. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t sure of how I would handle whatever he had to tell me. It seemed like something important.“Elena, my favorite patient. How are you doing today?” Oh, Harold. He scared the shit out of me. Well, how would he even know I was here and not here at the same time? I didn’t even feel his presence until he spoke. I guess I got lost in thought again. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Harold. How am I your favorite patient? Don’t tell me you enjoy seeing me around here.” This is the first doctor I have seen who was glad to see a patient.
RonanI don’t know what came over my men, but they seemed to be giving me too many contrary reports. At first, they said Elena left, then they called me again to say she returned to the hospital after a few hours. After that, they claimed to have lost track of her after she entered the hospital building.Apparently, she didn’t return to visit her father, since she didn’t go to his ward. I was lost in thought, wondering why she was here, and who else she came to see. Even her father’s doctor said he didn’t see her. It means she didn’t go to him to find out about his condition. What else could she be doing here?Before I reached the hospital, my men called back to say Elena left the hospital with one of the doctors. When they described him to me, an image flashed in my mind, and I went to the hospital’s site to confirm my suspicions. There he was, the young doctor whom my wife supposedly came to see. I tried to get my hands on the CCTV footage of the hospital, but I wasn’t successful.
Ronan“Excuse me, who are you?” The damn doctor had the guts to pretend he didn’t know me. Was he trying to make a fool out of me or what? How could he ask me who I was? My men were on alert, awaiting my instructions for the young man. If I told them to beat him to a pulp, his own mother wouldn’t recognize him tomorrow.Wait. What if he was Elena’s fling as well? With her kind of lifestyle, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out she run away from David Spencer, just to satisfy herself in the arms of this doctor. Could Elena really have gone that low?”Doctor Fischer, I smell something fishy between you and my wife. So, if you don’t want to know the consequences of my suspicion, you will start talking. Where is my wife!”I couldn’t understand why he was still playing dumb with me. He dedini knew my wife’s whereabouts, so why would he look so lost at my words? “Who is your wife?” Oh, he just didn’t. The douchebag had the guts to ask me who my wife was? What the heck! “Don’t tell me you
Ronan“What the fuck did you say?” I fired out in anger, losing my composure. I was pissed with the douchebag for calling me out so calmly. I don’t believe this dude had what it took to mock me in the current situation of things. He was surrounded from all sides by my men, and no one else was at the car park. If I wanted to, I could silence him for good, just by a snap of my fingers. Despite all this, he had the guts to rub it in my face like it was nothing? Who told him I was divorced from Elena? Who said I accepted her divorce? Who said he had the right to be with my wife when I didn’t? Ronan, what are you even saying? I couldn’t understand my line of thought anymore. I was supposed to be happy because Elena walked out of my life. She signed the divorce agreement without giving me a heads up. She even threw the alimony in my face. To top it all off, she never spent a dime of the money she got from my assistant over the last three years. Elena totally cut me off.All along, I th
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
Gerald Watching my wife go back and forth about her despise for Elena, always made me pissed. How could Delores decide to detest a child she raised since young, just because she couldn’t birth our son an heir? Had she ever stopped to wonder how it took two to tango? Anytime I tried to talk some sense into my wife, Elena took the fall for something she knew absolutely nothing about. Come to think of it, that son of mine always made me proud and embarrassed at the same time. I could never pinpoint how someone smart, who knew it all, could be so stupid and naive at the same time. The combination always got to me badly. However, he never seemed to open his eyes to the reality. Ronan was a force to reckon with in the business world, but as far as matters of the heart were concerned, he knew absolutely nothing. He was practically a novice in that area. How could he ever be misled to think that he loved someone else, instead of Elena? I saw the two of them grow up.I watched how their eyes
Ronan“Ronan, you seem happily divorced. That’s the impression I get from all this. So why do I need to tell you where Elena is?” You’ve got to be kidding me! Could Dad be for real? He knew about Elena’s whereabouts all along? If he did, why then didn’t he say anything? Why did he keep asking me where Elena was? No. No. No. No. This man might be intentionally trying to make me go crazy. If not, how could he be this calm after causing me to go crazy in this manner?“If you knew where Elena was hiding all along, why do you keep asking about her? Were you trying to pull my legs? What’s in it for you?” Mom couldn’t hold in her anger at the thought that Dad played everyone for a fool. However, their arguments weren’t the words occupying my mind. Dad looked like he knew everything, at the same time, he knew nothing. Gosh! This is so frustrating. “‘Dad?” I called out in a low voice, trying to present a false sense of calmness. I was boiling underneath this facade, but I couldn’t let my fath
RonanThe whole place went silent when I spoke my truth. They were bound to find out, anyway. I delayed it long enough, because I wanted Dad to get better. I kept all these from them because I knew Dad had a weak heart. I couldn’t jeopardize his recovery. He had to be fit, even if I had to hide Elena’s deeds from him. However, he made full recovery over the period, and I had no reason to withhold this piece of information from them anymore. It was best to lay it bare on the table, sooner, rather than later.Maybe, just maybe, my heart would find some peace after I told them about what I’ve been hiding. That was what I told myself when I woke up this morning. Keeping such a secret as this one was enough to make one develop constant migraines. I wanted to let everything about Elena out of my mind. I wanted to be free of this burden. I thought I would feel lighter after speaking, but the gravity of the words weighed heavily on me after I spoke. It dawned on me once again that my wife
RonanMom stepped down the stairs after Dad, looking flustered. She was right behind Dad, but she looked like she had a lot of things to say to me. With him around, I bet she wouldn’t dare to say whatever was on her mind. I could already tell what all these was about. “Good morning, Dad, Mom,” I greeted them politely, hoping Dad wouldn’t bring up whatever it was that he saw earlier. My mood wasn’t the best to handle his temper tantrums right now.“Good morning, son. Hope you had a good night rest.” Mom spoke out as if she couldn’t notice the disaster on my face. I looked like I already run a marathon, or I even went without sleeping for a few days straight.“Mom, you had something to discuss with me?” I wanted to get this meeting done and over with. There was no need to try her and receive a glare from my father when I had somewhere else to be. I had Elena to thank for the strained relationship with my Dad. We were not too close when I was growing up, but I never really had any misu
RonanI got a call from my mom, who said there was something that needed my attention at the old mansion. I had a hectic night, so I couldn’t sleep well last night. The nightmares were terrible, and I wondered when I started having such vivid nightmares. It was so bad that I couldn’t close my eyes for a wink of sleep later. I kept drifting in and out of sleep till the sunlight seeping through my room alerted me to the presence of a new day.I would have tried to stay in bed if I had an option, but Elijah managed to schedule another meeting with our overseas clients after so many months of trying. I didn’t want to look like the shitty boss who didn’t give a hoot about how his company went. Too many staff have invested a lot more into this meeting, and I wouldn’t wish to demotivate them with my absence. I believe that assistant of mine would have a heart attack if I gave him another excuse today. The last time, I went searching for Elena, but I never found her. I don’t know if that doc
DarcyUncle Jasper’s words kept ringing in my mind, confusing me further about everything that was going on. He was supposed to end Elena. He was supposed to give me a picture of her dead body. There should have been news about Elena drowning or even burning in a fire somewhere. Making her die in an accident wouldn’t have been bad either. It would have been a beautiful sight to see her mangled body after being jammed by a trailer or some other vehicle. How thrilling would that have been? He couldn’t give me the satisfaction of seeing all these, yet, he wanted me to believe that she was already dead? What was that supposed to mean? I knew him well enough to know that if Elena was dead, he would have flaunted it in my face a million times. I would have been reminded of how swift he was at handling situations, when all I ever did was to slack off and waste his time. I plopped onto the sofa listlessly, not knowing how to handle all the delays happening around me. I should have been Rona
Darcy“Shit! Fuck you, Ronan Simpson! Fuck you!” How dare he ignore my calls for two days straight? Why wouldn’t he just get his head out of the gutters and do the right thing?“You will regret this. I will so make you regret making a fool out of me. You will pay dearly for making me second fiddle to Elena Jones. You won’t even know what hit you when I’m done with you, Ronan!”[Bang!!!]I smashed my mobile phone on the floor angrily, watching the cracked screen show a mixture of red, green, and yellow lines before it finally went blank. I was pissed with everything that was happening. How could he? How could Ronan treat me like a cheap discarded shoe? I’ve come too far to allow this. I will not allow Ronan to make a public spectacle of me. How would I explain to everyone that my boyfriend didn’t find me appealing anymore? What would I tell Uncle Jasper when I fail to become Ronan’s wife?The mere thought of Uncle Jasper’s fuming expression when he discovers I am not on good terms w
ElenaI stood on the rooftop of Grand Ambience, looking over the city of Saint City with my heart in my mouth. Everything felt so stuffy as I stood here, leaning against the railing, wondering how everything would end for me in a few short weeks. My life as it is would be over before I see the contract coming through. I have been working on this contract for the past three months, only for it to come when my time here was already due. As things stood right now, I couldn’t even sign the contract that had the potential to shoot my company to the highest heights. I wouldn’t need to think about anything else if I could just execute this contract within two months. Grand Ambience would have been a household name by then. This contract would have given us enough publicity and advertisement. How could I let this go because I wouldn’t be here to execute it, and why would the president specifically request for me to personally take charge of the project?Maybe I could sign this contract and