"Pregnant?" that's all he managed to utter in his state of disbelief.
His palpitating heart stopped working for a moment. A sharp pain arose in the center of his chest. The news shouldn't have affected him at all but somehow it managed to rip his heart into pieces. Into tiny little pieces. He couldn't fathom how to take this piece of information. Should he smile? Should he express his genuine feelings? Or should he just let it go?"Mr. Smith?" a feminine voice broke him away from his thoughts.He peeled his gaze off Ashley and latched it back on Mrs. Fitzgerald. The woman was staring at him with a concerned expression. Maybe the condition of his heart was reflecting across his face. Maybe this time he failed to conceal his feelings. But did he care? No. It was least of his concern right now when his heart was suffering yet another blow.But why was he feeling like this? Why the news of her pregnancy managed to induce fear in him. Fear of what? Losing a part of hiAshley was inside the room and Daniel was standing outside sitting on one of the visitor's chairs. He was not alone. Mrs. Fitzgerald was sitting next to him. But they both were lost in their thoughts.The weight of guilt was crushing down on his soul. Every breath he pulled through his lungs felt like a task. He was ruthless, brutal, arrogant, many other things but he wasn't a murderer. And today he had become that too. Murderer of an innocent child. Killer of a pure soul.He was also aware that no matter how much he grieves or feels sorrow but that wouldn't match with Ashley's pain. He didn't even want to imagine how would she react. If she ever found out.Daniel wasn't the only person struck with guilt.Fifteen minutes passed by and the door to her room finally opened.The doctor strode past the door with a blanked expression."Doctor, is that done. How is she now?" Mrs. Fitzgerald rose from her chair and ran up to the doctor."She is alright. Re
AshleyThe last time she had stood up for her right was the day she had earned a slap from Michael for the first time. Silencing her for good. She had accepted her misery and had learned to trudge through life. She had also learned to made peace with her fate that never showed an ounce of mercy on her.And when she was least expecting, a fresh breeze of hope came swaying into her life and turned it upside down.Had someone told her a week ago that she would lodge charges against her husband, she would have brushed it off and called it impossible. But today, all her far-fetched dreams were coming true.Freedom was all she craved. Freedom from misery. Freedom from pain, and freedom from invisible shackles that were digging into her soul.Ashley hadn’t planned about what she would do after getting a divorce. Where would she go? None of these questions mattered to her anymore. All she wanted was to sever her tie with Michael. Especially no
AshleyShe took a deep breath before entering the building. The same place where Michael used to work. The memories of Michael felt like a burning arrow piercing through her heart. However, she promptly shoved her past away to the farthest and darkest corner of her mind and focused on what was before her.She was grateful to Daniel for rescuing her from her intoxicated marriage but still, she couldn’t bring herself to meet him at his place. The thought of seeing him alone at his place frightened her. The memories of him coming on her were still intact in her head. And that is why she was intent on meeting him at his office.“I want to meet Mr. Daniel Smith,” she told the receptionist who gave her a puzzled look after checking out her attire that looked far from formal. “Do you have an appointment?” she asked in her soft tone, quickly overcoming her confusion.Ashley’s eyebrow joined together. “Umm
NINE MONTHS LATERAshleyThe sun had been just up and was still unfurling its wings when her alarm went off. Ashley groggily shot her hand out of the duvet and pressed the stop button. She rubbed the lingering sleep off her eyes and pulled herself into a sitting position. A new day had started. Ashley was a morning person who liked drinking coffee while basking in the soft warmth of the sun in the early hours of the morning. She stretched to shake lethargy off her body and stood up. She was all set to start her day.Her lips tugged into a smile when her orbs caught sun rays dancing on her window. She pulled the drapes and unlocked the window to let the warm beams filter in.After finishing her morning ritual she headed towards the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. It had become a routine now. Her morning began with a cup of coffee and some time spent alone lounging in the backyard. After finishing her coffee she would
DanielThe opening of the door diverted his attention from the cooking video he had been watching on his phone to Steve who strode in the room with a voctorious smile. He handed him a file.“Dawsons have agreed to the conditions,” he remarked while flopping into the chair across from him.“Good. Finalize the deal then,” Daniel locked his phone and flipped through the file.Steve hummed.For a minute both of them said nothing. Daniel looked up through his eyelashes and found Steve staring at him.“Out with it, Steve,” he huffed while leafing through the pages.Steve straightened himself “The accountant told me that you have been taking extra interest in the upkeep of a particular orphanage at Springdales for the last nine months,” he stated suspiciously.Daniel ignored his curious gaze and inwardly groaned at the accountant who out of all people chose Steve to talk to abou
DANIELDo you know what is the worst feeling out there? It is regret! Because It never leaves you. It surreptitiously but effectively keeps hollowing you out from the inside destructing your confidence and belief in the process. It doesn't feel like a sudden sharp stab but feels as if someone is slashing your heart piece by piece. You know what is the worse thing about it? you can't point fingers at others for feeling like this because Regret breeds from your own actions. It leaves you vulnerable and helpless. And what makes it even more dangerous is the fact that there is no salvation from it. No way out. IT STAYS FOREVER. Forever at your service to crumple your soul like a piece of paper.Regret was among many emotions he got struck by when Daniel peeped in through the glass window. The sight of her lying almost lifeless on the bed was too heart-shredding to bear. He whipped his face to the side and stepped away. The sharp pain searing his inside inten
AshleyHow could she have forgotten those eyes. Those enigmatic green eyes, that held the power of drawing her in and scaring her away at the same time. A mystery that she itched to unravel but was too afraid to get close to. Something in her was always tempted to measure the depth of these oceans but was also afraid of drowning in them. Regardless of the time passed, these distinctive orbs still haunted her dream and invaded her thoughts. So many times they had flashed before her unannounced. So many times she had found herself comparing other people's green orbs with his. How could she have forgotten those gems?The world had stopped spinning as her eyes focused on his green ones. What unnerved her, even more, was that those intimidating orbs were trained on her. She didn't need to hear his voice or see his face to confirm. She knew it was him. Daniel Smith. With the realization came some questions. What is he doing here? What is she doing here?
DANIELHis heart clenched painfully when an achromic drop of tear trickled from her misty eyes. His eyes followed the tear trailing down her cheek and leaping off her jawline. She sounded so confused and scared. She didn't even need to tell what she must have gone through as her injuries explained the ordeal just fine. But what about the psychological pain?"Do you know who was he?" he asked trying not to sound pushy."No. He broke into my house in the early morning. I struggled to get away from him but he whisked out a gun and said someone has paid him to get me," she reminisced. Pain crossed her feature.Daniel pulled his brow together in confusion."Did he tell you who was the person who paid him?" he asked in his interrogative tone."No," she simply stated while locking her gaze with the bedsheet.He already knew what she told him. There was someone after her. Maybe Michael as he has been set free. But why did he pay so