Thanks for reading. Is Imela right? Is Cecil responsible for what happened to Ocean, I'd like to hear from you
Imela’s POVI knew what I saw; it was Cecil. I hadn’t seen her in months, but she was at the party.Oliver didn’t say it; he didn’t have to say it, but it was on his face, in his eyes, and in how he stared at me. He didn’t believe me, not really, and he looked more guilty. I sounded crazy to him, and he blamed himself for it, but I wasn’t crazy, and this wasn’t his fault. There was a grand scheme at work, and we were all a part of it. Kimberly told me that at the party, and though she might have referred those words to her relationship with Marcel, they could have meant more.He cupped my face, and his thumb caressed my cheeks tenderly. “Cecil is in prison, my love,” he replied.I shook my head and took hold of his hands. “No, I saw her at the party while you performed CPR on Ocean. I thought I was seeing things because of the stress I was under, but I saw her again as we got into the car and drove here. She isn’t in prison; she’s out, and she is responsible for what happened. You bel
Oliver's POV Ela accusing Cecil of being the mastermind behind what happened to Ocean was the last thing I expected to hear, but she accused her and believed the words she said. I thought Ela had moved on from seeing Cecil, but she hadn't. I believed she had seen someone who she believed was Cecil; there was a high probability that the trauma of seeing Ocean in such a state had affected her mental comprehension and made her see things that weren’t real. How to deal with this was still something I had to think about. “Oliver!” I heard Max’s voice call from not so far away, and I turned around to find him approaching me. I was surprised to find him because I didn’t call him, and he was also the last person I would reach out to because of his lack of social personality. Yet I appreciated his presence. “Nina told me what happened,” he said as he got close and pulled me into a tight hug. “I am sorry, buddy.” He patted my back. When we pulled away, I called Sir and told him I needed his
Third POVOne week laterImela’s head turned, and she found Oliver standing at the door and staring at her. She turned away and went to the mirror, where she sat and adjusted her makeup. She had thought she was strong enough after leaving the hospital, but she wasn’t.She had spent the last week in the hospital because she didn’t want to leave, but just because she was at this point in her life didn’t stop the world from moving. Her role at the Garcia group called to her, and having abandoned it for over a week, she had to respond to it. Marcel had stepped in to help lessen the load in her absence, but there were executive decisions he could not make as he was no longer CEO, and that was what she came to do today. She hoped to put everything in place that would help her concentrate on the important thing right now: Ocean. She had broken down in the bathroom and cried her eyes out because she didn’t want to leave but needed to.“You don’t need to remain at the door; you can come in,” s
"Ela,” Oliver called as he turned to the door and found Imela standing there, staring at him and Ocean without stepping in.She jerked back a little, and her gaze lifted to lock in his, and she looked to have been in a profound dilemma. It was strange to see, and he wondered what could have caused her to be this disoriented. She had been beside Ocean since this incident, taking no more than a twenty-minute break, until today, when she had to attend work. Now he was awake, and she wouldn’t even come close. It was unlike her, making Oliver wonder what happened at the office.She forced a smile, stepped into the ward, and moved to stand beside Ocean, who was in bed, unable to move. She reached out and stroked his face tenderly.“Hey! How are you?” Ocean just stared at her, and though his eyes flickered, recognising her, he said nothing back.“He has difficulty speaking and doing simple movements, but the doctor said he will get better soon. It is nothing to worry about. They will take h
Nina walked towards Oliver with a joyful look on her face. She hugged him when he came close before pulling back and staring at him. “Oliver, Dad called; he told me he’s awake. I had to put everything together and come over.” A bright smile appeared on his face. “Yes, he is awake.” He and Imela had gone in to speak to the doctor, and when the psychologist at the hospital, a ward below, asked if she wanted Oliver present, Imela told him she didn’t want him present. He respected her choice, and after kissing her lips, he told her he would be with Ocean. The most important thing was her mental health, and if being absent would help her reveal the profound truth and her fears to the doctor and find a solution, then he was in support. “This is such excellent news.” She looked most happy. “I will tell Seth when he calls back; he's been so worried too.” Nina's words drew Oliver's attention back to Seth. His brother had been on an art review in the UK for the past month but had kept close
“How will you say life has been in general since you began visiting?” Penny asked from across the room, where she sat staring at Imela. Imela smiled and said, “It has been good; life has been good; everything is falling into place. It has been two weeks since Ocean’s awakening, and he got discharged from the hospital yesterday.” “And your mental state?” Penny inquired, her curious gaze remaining fixed on her. Penny was her therapist, and after detailing what she felt was wrong with her to the psychologist at the hospital, he wanted to assign her to a therapist, but she told him she already had one. He then told her to begin her session, and that's what she did two weeks ago, and she had been coming at least three times a week. With Ocean’s awakening, Imela could go to work, but not as before, so she spent four days with him two weeks ago, and this week, she spent three days with him and four days at work. Oliver also cut down on work and spent days with Ocean. This was all to make
Trigger Warning! Graphic scene Imela’s eyes snapped open in the room as her consciousness returned, and her head hurt immediately. Her eyes closed, and she wondered what had happened and why she had such a crushing headache. She couldn’t remember anything leading to this moment, though; it was all blank, and the more she tried to remember, the more her head hurt.Her nose picked up a strange smell a few seconds later, and her eyes snapped open. This time, she ignored the ache that shot through her head. She glanced at the ceiling, which didn’t look like the one in her house, telling her she was far from home and trying to gather her scattered memories.Imela's right hand felt sticky, and her eyes narrowed on it as she brought her hand up to find out what it was exactly. Her heart skipped when the red substance registered with the smell she had picked up earlier: blood. It was the blood of someone. She sat up immediately, and there she found the apartment with pink and white paintings
Oliver had gotten worried after failing to reach Imela for hours. They had a date night scheduled for this evening, and when it was 4 p.m. and she didn’t come home, he became worried and began calling her, but she didn’t answer his call, and his worry grew. Oliver had reached out to Nina, Grace, and Hailey, her friends, to ask if they had seen or heard from her in the last two hours, but they told him they hadn’t. He also called Marcel, who told him he hadn’t seen or heard from her either. Marcel told him he would try to reach her. Getting a call from Imela was a relief, but her words had shocked him. Imela wasn’t a violent person and would choose to find a solution that had little to do with violence, so it was hard to believe she had taken Kimberly’s life. She had told him that, but it was still difficult to wrap his head around it. “Daddy, is that mommy?” Ocean asked as Oliver slipped the phone into his pocket. He turned to Ocean and forced a smile. “Yes, Ocean.” He walked over