After leaving the hospital, I decided to ask the driver tomake a detour to the fashion house, Luxury. I and the ladies had agreed that for the first two months, we'd close early, so I wanted to see if the ladies had already gone home or if the store was still open.As the cab turned the corner, the familiar sight of the storefront came into view. The glass windows displayed the latest designs.I alighted, paid the driver and Pushed open the door, I stepped inside, greeted by the soft hum of activity. The scent of fabric and perfume filled the air, mingling with the sound of sewing machines whirring in the background.“Ana! You're back!” Cecil, exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile as she saw me.“Hey,” I greeted her, returning the smile. “Is everyone still here?”“Yeah, we're just finishing up for the day,” She replied, gesturing towards the back of the store where the rest of the team was gathered.As I reached the back of the store, I found Elizabeth, who we made our head des
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the alarm buzzing on the bedroom's nightstand. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I glanced over at Victor, still asleep beside me. He looked so peaceful, his features softened by slumber.After getting out of bed, I went to the kitchen and microwaved the leftovers from last night's dinner. I also made some toast for Victor, knowing he'd appreciate a quick breakfast before heading off to work.With breakfast ready, I returned to the bedroom and gently nudged Victor awake. He groaned sleepily, but I could see the exhaustion written all over his face.“I'm leaving now,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead.“Mmm, you can take the driver” He mumbled, already drifting back to sleep.Chuckling at his sleepy response, I grabbed my coat and headed out the door. The driver was waiting for me downstairs, and soon we were on our way to the mansion.Arriving an hour later, I found Zara in the living room, sipping on a cup of tea. She sprang up w
I woke up to a blurry sight, the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room casting everything into a hazy blur. The pungent smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of sickness and fear. The incessant beeping sound of machines filled the room.As I tried to make sense of my surroundings, I saw distorted figures moving around frantically, their faces a blurry and the only thing I noticed was the frown lines on their faces. I blinked, trying to clear my sight with my hand, but the pain that hit me made me cry out in agony. It felt like my insides were being torn apart, every movement sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through my body.I tried to move my legs, but I couldn't, there was nothing there. Panic surged through me as I realized I couldn't feel my leg at all. Fear clawed at my throat as I struggled to comprehend what had happened to me.The beeping sound of the machines started to speed up, their frantic rhythm matching the pounding of my h
VICTORDay three. And Ana hasn't woken up, the doctor said it wasn't a coma, it was just a normal sleep but it's so deep she wouldn't wake anytime soon.It was like a defense mechanism or something. Something she forced herself into to numb the pain she was in. The rest I don't know, because whatever the doctor was saying that day sounded like gibberish and gibberish sometimes doesn't go into the ear.Said she woke up a few time and then finally went into that deep sleep, I knew I was the last person she wanted to see so I went over to solve my indifferences with that fucked up asshole I obviously didn't give birth to and in the process try to clear off Ana's broken state from my mind.There are many ways I pictured ending Damon, I mean straight up putting a hole through his head was fine but yeah, no. That was me giving him the most fastest and painless death he didn't deserve, so I made perfect sure I redesigned his face, good enough that even the ladies he's fucking would reject h
Day twenty three,I took the day off from work today. It's been twenty-three days since Ana's been in the hospital. I spent the whole day with her in her ward, just talking to her. The nurses came in every now and then to check on her, give her some shots, and clean her up.I told her about everything that's been going on while she's been here. How work's been, what's happening with the neighbors, and all the little things that have been on my mind. She couldn't respond, but I liked to think she could hear me.The nurses were gentle and nice, I don't know if it's because I was there but, they're always gentle with her, making sure she was comfortable. They changed her sheets and helped move her around for blood circulation.Sometimes I wonder if she knew I was here. If she could feel my presence or hear my voice. I hoped she could. I missed her so much.I told her about our dates, about how cheeky and sassy she was and how it made me smile. I told her about our first date, how beautif
Tired.I woke up tired and hungry, too hungry.I sat up slowly, the pungent smell of the hospital filling my nostrils. It was not the most pleasant scent, but it was familiar by now. I tried to ignore it as I take in my surroundings.Outside my ward, I can hear the indistinct chatter and laughter of people passing by. Maybe they're talking in the hallway, or maybe they're out in the tiny playground for sick kids. Either way, their voices blend together into a comforting background noise.In the distance, I could hear the cries and wails of other patients. Probably form the other wards, It was a sad sound, but it was also a glaring reminder that I wasn't not alone in thag place. We were all there together, fighting our own battles.And then there was the sound of my own heartbeat, softly thumping in my chest. It's a steady rhythm, I was still alive, still there. I took a deep breath, trying to push aside the discomfort of the hospital smell and the noise of the outside world. I focuse
As I gathered my belongings to leave the hospital, Victor arrived, a little late after the doctor had already left. He helped me sort through the discharge documents and bills without saying much. Despite his presence, I felt how uneasy he was, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the discharge documents I was signing.When the doctor suggested calling Damon earlier, I quickly refused and asked the doctor to call someone else. Even though I was mad at both Victor and Damon at the moment, I'd rather have Victor over than Damon. The doctor seemed surprised by my request but called Victor nevertheless.As we waited for the paperwork to be finalized, Victor glanced at me several times, his expression filled with concern. But I avoided his gaze, keeping my focus on the papers on the doctor desk.Eventually, the nurse returned with the a few other papers, and I signed them quickly, eager to leave. Victor offered to help me carry my bags, but I declined, preferring to handle them myself.As we
Whatever it was, I don't think I had any reason to stay anymore, with him or in the house.I slowly pushed the door shut behind me. With a sigh, I made my way to the queen-sized bed, sinking into the soft material.Taking a moment to breathe, I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. The walls were painted a soothing shade of grey, with accents of rose scented candles flickering in the corners. It gave the room a warm and inviting atmosphere, one that usually instantly put me at ease, but it didn't anymore it just reminded me the more, why I needed to leave.The decor was simple and elegant, with minimalistic furniture that complemented the overall aesthetic. There was a gender-neutral vibe to the room, making it feel welcoming to anyone who entered.Victor knows his way around design, I'll give him that. After sitting on the bed and in the dark for what felt like hours, I stood up to go the bathroom. Despite having showered before dinner, I still felt sticky and irrita