Who knows where his wife is?
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
“Grab him!” I quickly recovered my wits and ordered my men to restrain the doctor before he could slip through my hands. There’s no way in hell I would allow him to get away from me so easily. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?” The young man tried to struggle, but I didn’t have time to spare with him. I wanted something from him, and nothing would stand in my way.“W… What are you doing?” He blurted in alarm when my men began to search his body. I always believe people usually leave clues on their bodies without knowing. “Here, boss.” One of the men snatched and handed me the doctor’s cell phone, and he looked like he just swallowed a fly. Dude didn’t see this coming at all. “What do you think you’re doing with my phone?” He tried to grab the device, but there was no way my men would allow him to do what he wanted. In retaliation, they tried to manhandle him, but I stopped them with a glare. That was all it took for them to understand that I didn’t intend to hurt the young
Elena“Hubby, aren’t you done yet? I hope you haven’t forgotten about our plans.” This should be my fourth message to Ronan in the last thirty minutes. I’ve been texting him all night, but no reply.Today is our third wedding anniversary, and he was never free to celebrate the first or the second anniversary. My heart swelled with so much joy after persuading hubby non-stop, and he finally agreed. The decoration I made could make anyone a hopeless romantic. I just can’t wait for hubby to get here. The white lace tablecloth, scented candles, and scattered rose petals looked so beautiful, but everything looked out of place since I was the only one at the table. It’s already 10 o'clock , and the cream on the cake was almost melted completely. Even the candles were nearly burned out. “Hubby, where are you?” [Ring!][Ring!!][Ring!!!]Is that Ronan? “Hello, Auntie?"“Elena, dear, happy third anniversary! Time flies so fast, doesn’t it? You’ve been married for three years already, and
Elena I remained in the same sitting position, staring blankly at the divorce agreement. I didn’t even remember how long I’d been in this same spot.“Ronan, when I grow up, will you really marry me?” I was young and naive and allowed the words of the adults to influence me.“Yes. Let’s get married when you grow up.” Ronan replied cheerfully. His face was warm and innocent. He had the brightest of smiles that were only reserved for me. When the sun shone on his white shirt, my young heart wavered, and I knew he was the one for me. I was so little, yet my heart settled on him and never changed after that.Why didn’t I wake up from that childhood fantasy when he started dating Darcy? Why didn’t I wake up when his father had to force him to marry me three years ago?When did everything change?...I walked toward the dressing table, and grabbed the divorce agreement Ronan dropped and began to read.“For Mr. Ronan Simpson to gain his freedom from Ms. Elena Jones, Ms. Jones will be paid an
ElenaWhere am I? A soft bed, white ceiling, the smell of medicine, disinfectants… I’m in a hospital. At least I’m not dead, but I was in my room at dawn. How…“First of all, congratulations, Mrs. Simpson. You’re pregnant.” A young doctor walked into the room, dressed in a white coat, broke the news with a gentleman's smile, looking handsome.“Calm down, ma’am. Just take a deep breath, okay? You’re in the hospital.” “Doctor, you said I’m pregnant? Are you sure you have the right diagnosis? How did I get here?” I can’t believe this. When was the last time Ronan even touched me?“Mrs. Simpson, you passed out in your room last night. Your housekeeper brought you here. He’s waiting outside as we speak.” Oh, so that’s what happened, huh?“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we need to abort the baby. It’s the only way to keep you safe.”...?I just found out about my pregnancy, and now I need to abort the baby to keep me safe. Safe from what? Did I have an ectopic pregnancy? Was that why I didn’t feel
Elena"You should have walked out of our lives peacefully, but no. You wanted to take my husband down with you.” Those words coming from Auntie felt like a slap in the face. Am I so forgettable? Why do I always get rejected by the people I’ve come to trust so much?My father was a military man in the same unit as Uncle Simpson. The two were so close that my father didn’t think twice about saving Uncle Simpson when they went on a very dangerous mission. After that incident, Uncle Simpson felt like he owed his life to him. We were also neighbours, which made our relationship even closer.I grew up considering Aunt Delores my mother. We were incredibly close, even more so than she was with her daughter. I didn’t have a mother while growing up, and for the longest time, it was Dad and I. Mom left when I was only five, and I never heard of her again since then. Now, the person I grew to love as a mother was telling me to get out of her life.Why must Auntie treat me this way just because
Elena“Madam, welcome home.” I just got back to our home, but before I could walk through the front door, the butler rushed toward me and greeted me too enthusiastically for my liking. I didn't know what he was trying to do or say, but I was too exhausted to pay attention to anything else. I felt lightheaded and weak, hence, I only wished to take a warm bath, eat something, and have a shut eye. I need the peace and quiet for my peace of mind right now. “Benson, you're standing in my way. What's happening?” I could hear how faint my voice was. My situation was that bad, and I could pass out at any moment if care wasn't taken. I haven't had a single bite since yesterday's breakfast. “Madam, forgive my impudence, but it's not advisable that you go in right now. In fact, I suggest you sleep outside tonight.”What the heck! Could someone tell me what was happening here? “Benson!” I used all the energy I could muster in calling out to him, and he could tell I was exhausted. More so, I
“Grab him!” I quickly recovered my wits and ordered my men to restrain the doctor before he could slip through my hands. There’s no way in hell I would allow him to get away from me so easily. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?” The young man tried to struggle, but I didn’t have time to spare with him. I wanted something from him, and nothing would stand in my way.“W… What are you doing?” He blurted in alarm when my men began to search his body. I always believe people usually leave clues on their bodies without knowing. “Here, boss.” One of the men snatched and handed me the doctor’s cell phone, and he looked like he just swallowed a fly. Dude didn’t see this coming at all. “What do you think you’re doing with my phone?” He tried to grab the device, but there was no way my men would allow him to do what he wanted. In retaliation, they tried to manhandle him, but I stopped them with a glare. That was all it took for them to understand that I didn’t intend to hurt the young
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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