The fluorescent lights of the hospital room were now a fading memory, replaced by the comforting chaos of home. I stood in the kitchen, the familiar scent of coffee mingling with the soft sounds of Tristan’s laughter echoing from the living room. Andrew had stayed home with him, and I could hear their playful banter drifting through the open doorway, a much-needed balm for my worn out nerves.Tristan was feeling better after his hospital stay; he had regained his energy and was back to his spirited self. But I couldn’t shake the anxiety that had settled in my chest ever since we received the news about his condition. I had refused to let a random person be a potential donor. The thought of some stranger being responsible for my son’s health was unbearable. So when the doctor had called to inform me that my bone marrow didn’t match Tristan’s, nor did Andrew’s, I felt a new wave of hopelessness wash over me. “Mom, come play!” Tristan’s voice rang out, pulling me from my thoughts. “Ju
Andrew PovA few days had passed since Ava confronted Derek about Tristan, and the tension that had hung over us had transformed into a fragile optimism. The doctor had just confirmed that Derek was a match for Tristan’s bone marrow transplant, and while there was still a long road ahead, it felt like we were finally moving in the right direction.I sat at the kitchen island, absently stirring my coffee as I glanced at Ava. She was scrolling through her phone, likely looking for updates or appointments for the transplant. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow around her, but I could see the lines of worry etched on her face.“Any word from the hospital?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.Ava looked up, her eyes brightening. “Yes! They want to schedule the procedure for next week. I just need to confirm with Derek that he’s ready.”“Great. And Tristan?” I leaned forward, eager to hear how our son was handling the news.“He’s excited,” she replied, a s
Andrew’s POVLater that week, we gathered at the hospital for the procedure. The waiting room buzzed with activity, a mixture of anxious parents and cheerful children. I sat beside Ava, holding her hand tightly. The fear of the unknown gnawed at me as I watched Tristan playing on his tablet, seemingly unfazed by the situation.“Are you okay?” Ava asked, her voice soft as she leaned closer to me.“I will be,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I just want him to be alright.”“Me too,” she sighed, her eyes darting to Tristan. “But he’s in good hands. At least Derek has offered to help, I just hope it doesn’t yield to anything more.”“Yeah, I hope so too” I agreed, watching as Derek interacted with Tristan, his demeanor surprisingly gentle and encouraging. Eventually, the nurse came out, calling for Tristan. “It’s time, buddy,” I said, kneeling beside him. “Are you ready?”Tristan nodded, his face a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I think so!”“Remember, we’re right here with you,” Ava as
Ava POVWhoever said being the CEO of a company has the best experience is a great liar. I mean I am just handling My husband's second company and I were already stressed out.Sometimes I wonder how my husband coped. He had managed to handle two companies with each one having a revenue of hundreds of dollars every year and here I was trying to handle just one and was already burnt out.Although it was a stressful life, I enjoyed it a lot. Especially travelling, I just concluded a business deal in California. I am flying back to London to meet my lovely husband and maybe spend time with Annabel, my best friend.Immediately after the plane landed at the airport my husband’s driver came to pick me up. I noticed a change in his usual demeanour but decided to brush it off maybe he was having a bad day at work“We arrived safely at Derek's mansion. My face with a smile at the thought of seeing him after staying away for a week. Gosh, I missed him a lot.Bailey, one of our housemaids rushed
Ava povStorming outside the house I walked towards the gate filled with rage and overwhelming sadness.Our gateman immediately opened the gate without asking a question, his face downward while I breezed past him.Immediately he shut the door. I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, fresh tears flowing.Gosh! How did I get here? How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me, thought he cared about me. I thought he cared so much to endure with me. Although I knew within me that he still saw me as the girl his grandma forced him to love, I thought he would grow to love me. We visited the hospital a few times and the doctor kept on reassuring us that everything was okay, and with time we were going to have a baby.He not only divorced me because of my childlessness, he slept with my best friend. While I cried to Annabel every day about the humiliation I was facing from his mother she was busy fucking my husband. No wonder he kept on sending me on business trips.No! I can sit
Ava POVBy the time I got to Derek's house, it was already dark. The party had ended and everyone had gone away. Derek and Annabel sat on my favourite couch watching Scandal, my favourite TV series. I remember asking Derek to watch this show with me and he told him no. According to him “He was the CEO of a company and had no time to waste on TV shows”. I always watched it alone.Derek was there sitting on my favourite couch watching my favourite movie with his arms wrapped around my best friend. They were having the life I always dreamt of.Clearing my throat, I moved their attention to me. Immediately Annabel's nostrils flared up as she stood up ready to attack me at any opportunity.“What is she doing here? What are you doing here?” She asked with a curt voice.“I came to sign the divorce letters and pick up my clothes” I replied calmly. If I was to answer her with the emotions I was feeling inside me I would end up doing worse than I imagined.“Well do that and leave” Derek orders
Ava POVI opened my eyes weakly, my eyelid still heavy. I shook my head trying to clear the grogginess. I stared at my environment for a while, white painted room. A beeping machine by the side. I tried to sit up, but my body shook with overwhelming pain.I closed my eyes back trying to remember where I was. Then the memories from earlier on came rushing in together with the tremendous pain.Derek's engagement, my family annulment, Annabel's pregnancy, the accident. The “let me die” came rushing back into my head.I was alive. It meant I did not die, the good Samaritan saved me when I pleaded with him to let me die. It seems people no longer listen to people's last wishes.Anger rushed through me as I felt my skin turn light red. This man would have just made me die.“You are awake,” a masculine voice said, disrupting me from my thoughts. He leaned by the side of the door, his hands tucked in his pocket enhancing his masculine structure. I took in his features; his tall height, broad
Ava's PovSeven Years LaterIt's been seven years since I left London to come to New York with Andrew.Seven years since Tristan was born.Five years since Andrew gifted me a multi-million dollar jewellery company named after me as my birthday gift.Four years since he confessed his feelings for me and even though I had told him I was not ready, he had promised to wait.To wait till I heal the scar Derek and Annabel left behind.These past years had been filled with love, laughter, bliss, and a few tears that flowed from time to time. Meeting Andrew was the best event in my life.He had taken both me and Tristan as his own long before he even told me he loved me. It gave me a glimpse of what it meant to be loved, to be away from toxic people.While I was at Derek's place I thought I had comfort, I mean my husband was a multi-millionaire but meeting Andrew made me realise how wealthy people can be.Andrew was a multi-billionaire, having every type of investment anyone could think of. H