BEATRICE:My phone beeped when I stepped out of the hospital. Finally, my nose was free from the smell of something which I quite did not understand at all. I hugged myself when it started to get even colder. The cold breeze was nothing compared to the cold I was feeling right now. Christina…what could I do for that woman to ease her pain even for a little? On times like this, I wished I had chosen medicine during college so that I would be the one taking care of my sick relatives. Having a patient was not that easy. Everything was almost stripped from you. Your physical aspect. Emotional. And everything. As I inhaled deeply, I fished out my phone out of my pocket and read who was texting me. Drake. My ex-husband. He was always the first honor when it comes to checking up on me. Did he think I was some kind of teenager? [Beatrice. What's up? Where are you now? Do you want me to ask the driver to fetch you?] Another text message was sent, but this time, it was coming from Josh.
BEATRICE:True to his words, Drake was still in the house when I arrived. I did not know why, but while we were talking I drove him away a couple of times while saying that someone was already waiting for him at his house. I was referring to the woman he had been housing in his house. Of course, as stubborn as he was, he did not listen to me. When did he listen, anyway? He always listened to what his mind wanted. Nothing else. Josh had been sending me a couple of text messages, but I could not afford to answer him. Or maybe I did not have the strength to answer him. Or perhaps I did not have any desire to answer him. When I did not respond, he tried to call me, but I did not answer.I did not know the real answer anymore. My ex-husband's eyes were closed while the television was still on. Was he sleeping from waiting for me? What time was it? Ten o'clock in the evening. I did not have any dinner since I lost my appetite.Glancing at the television, a cartoon movie was playing in
DRAKE:My heart tightened seeing the woman who mothered my son. Beatrice. She looked so fragile with her parted lips and soft snores. She was already sleeping heavily. I should wake her up so that she should be in bed right now and that she would be comfortable, but choose not to. I could not afford disturbing her sleep. She looked so cute sleeping. This was the only time where I could watch her like this and I should grab the opportunity. I put my hands to the side as I struggled to keep them to myself.The urge to brush her cheeks and her lips was trying to overpower me, and I did not want to awaken her and that she would think of some weird thoughts about it.Her beauty had not faded despite the test of time. And even if she had a lot of wrinkles all over her face and beside her eyes, my feelings for her will never change. Not even a bit. That was a promise. Smiling, I remembered her always looking at herself in the mirror, and constantly asking me how she looked. I only glanced
DRAKE:"You started it, Drakey. Let's go back to the topic. Why are you asking if I know about him? Are you perhaps plotting something evil? Like you want him to die? I am telling you right now that it will be your most regretful decision. You should not decide when you are at the height of your emotions. You hear me? Nothing good will come out of it."“Is that how you view me? A murderer?”“Jealousy will make you kill someone. I've been hearing a lot of that in the news.”“Not all of them. I have a son that I want to take care of. Do you think I will be able to do that if I am already behind bars?”Zereka chuckled on the other side of the line. “I’m glad that you finally understand that. What is it that you’re trying to say again?”I bit the inside of my cheeks, debating if I will tell her or not. Knowing this woman, she might be laughing at me right now. "I will believe that you're good at playing Cupid if you successfully matched him with someone else. Josh. If he falls for someo
BEATRICE:I felt refreshed when I woke up from sleeping. It felt like all the stress from my body disappeared from having a good night’s sleep. Glancing at the side of my table, Grayson was no longer with me. The cold spot told me that he had already gone for a long time. Who was with him right now? Drake? I trained him into staying inside the house while I was still sleeping for safety precautions. Drake must still be here.Thinking about that man made me remember the dream I had last night. In that dream, my ex-husband was kissing me, torridly and full of passion. The shocking part? I returned his kisses with the same intensity as if we were yearning for each other’s body. After the passionate night, he whispered again that he loved me and that time, I just accepted his love. It sounded ridiculous.Why did it have to be him? Why not Josh? Like what the heck. Was I always thinking of him unconsciously to the point that I was dreaming of him? I shivered at the thought.I should b
BEATRICE:I was expecting that Josh would deny it, but he surprised me by saying, "Where did you learn about my wife, Little One?" he whispered softly. "Why are you asking? Is that supposed to be a secret? Are you keeping your wife away because you don't want her to know that you are cheating?"Relax. It’s still early in the morning, Beatrice and you’re already picking a fight with Josh?Well, it was his fault for calling me this early. “Do you really want to know?” “Of course, I want to know. I deserved to know if you wanted to get in a relationship with me.”Long silence passed between us before I heard him saying, "Can we meet so that we will talk about this in person, Little One? This is a long discussion. You can also ask a lot of questions and I promise to answer all of them as truthfully as possible. You deserve my honesty, Little One. So...are you free?"I bit my lower lip. Would knowing the truth be far more important right now?Dang.My son was also waiting for me.It h
BEATRICE:What was there to deny? It was true that Josh and I would be on a date. Will, it was not really a date. But something about uncovering the truth. And I will learn everything later. But Drake was not the type who would listen to my explanation. He would listen more to his feelings than my words. “Do you remember your allegations about him? Of him murdering his own wife? I want to hear it from him. Please don’t say anything anymore, Drake. If you don’t want to babysit Grayson while I meet him, it’s fine. I will just ask someone.”Drake yanked his hair in frustration. “Don’t put my son in some stranger’s care.”“Good. So you’re letting me go now? It will be a quick meeting, Drake. No need to worry. You can ask me about the time or monitor me when I will be going home.” “That’s not the issue right now,” he said, his voice flat.“What is it, then?” I asked, faking innocence. “Come on, Beatrice. Why would you do that? He might deny it. We don’t know if he will tell the truth or
BEATRICE:My ex-husband pulled my hand and kissed it. “Beatrice. Take a chance on me. I beg you.” Then, my eyes widened seeing how he knelt in front of me. A gasp escaped my lips. “What are you doing? Will you stand? What if your son will see you? Have you no sense of shame? You are a CEO of a well-known company and you just kneel like that? What is wrong with you?” I slapped his arms in an attempt to make him stand, but he did not move.“You’re embarrassing me, Drake.”Lifting his head, he smiled at me. “If my son sees me right now, he will see a man who manned up to his mistakes and is willing to bear the consequences of his actions. My son will think that it’s fine to lower yourself down and admit that sometimes, it is our fault, too. That’s the values that I want him to learn from me, Beatrice.”He looked at me with pure agony and humility while kneeling.He looked so sincere.“Please, Beatrice?”I pulled my hand away. “Groveling will not change anything at all, Drake. In the en