142Alora's POV Time seemed to slow to a halt, as I tried to figure out what to do next. My mind whirled with a million and one things, but none of them seemed even the least bit reasonable. So far, my mind had come up with running away and simply pretending like Cynthia didn't exist and wasn't behind me. None of them would work and I knew it. There was no way I would be able to bolt, I had barely gotten what I came here for, and if I decided to ignore Cynthia, I wouldn't put it past her to cause a scene. A huge one too. “What do you think you're doing?” Cynthia called, her sharp tone pulling me back to the present. “Just explain to me what the hell you're doing here.” I didn't move, neither did I speak, not because I didn't want to, but because I was still torn on what I was going to say. Think, Alora. Think. Unfortunately for me, I didn't even have any time to do that. One minute I was still deliberating on what I was going to do, and the next I was being yanked upwards b
143Alora's POV I'd never been more tensed up in my life, than I'd been in this exact moment. Well, maybe not quite. Deep down, I knew I'd used that phrase more times than I would like to count, but right now, I liked to think it was pretty normal. I was a big bag of nerves and it didn't help that nothing I did to stop it or calm myself down was working. Oh good lord. I pressed the bridge of my nose firmly, before lowering my head a bit. I was previously reclining on one of the hospital benches they'd offered us, and while it was comfortable in the beginning, I couldn't stand the cold seeping into my back and bones. I tapped my feet anxiously against the ground, not wanting to make any noise, and at the same time , trying to keep my mental health in check. Just because I was anxious and on the verge of losing my mind didn't mean I had to inconvenience the others around me. We were in a hospital for heavens sake, and it was none of the patients fault that I was going through
144Cynthia's POV My heels clicked with every step I took, but I couldn't help but be bothered. In fact, I liked how they clicked against the tiles so violently. I was mad, and I wasn't even going to bother hide it. If my peace was going to get constantly disturbed, then so was everyone else's. I slung my bag over my shoulder again, before adjusting my stels. I'd been doing that since I arrived at this damn place, and it wasn't helping. My phone beeped for the umpteenth time, and I let out a groan. Immediately, I ignored it, but my groans only increased as the phone kept on beeping. Who the hell could that be now? I knew who it was, and the fact that I knew,only increased my anger. I pulled out my phone, and just like I suspected, it was him. Henry. I stared at the phone in my hand. It rang and rang and rang, but I couldn't bring myself to pick it up. After so much internal debate, I finally succumbed. “What is it?” I yelled into the phone immediately. “Why are you consta
145Alora's POV Revenge was a dish best served cold they said, what they didn't say was exactly how it tasted. It was pure bliss, and the shock on Cynthia's face confirmed every bit of it. Silence settled between us, bit it wasn't enough to hide the tension that simmered underneath. It was tiny, but I felt it grow with each passing second. Whole I gave my sister time to process what had just happened, I decided to take in my surroundings. The hallway wasn't anything special, just a long line of doors with doors that looked too alike. The walls were painted a cream color that I could swear looked nice before, but now, it just made my eyes hurt. I'd almost gotten lost, and if that had happened, then I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself. When I woke up this morning, trailing Cynthia was the last thing on my mind. In fact, right from the day before, I was so stunned that I had no idea what I was going to do with the results. The DNA results had come back positive, with b
146Alora's POV A low groan slid past my lips as I slowly peeled my eyes open. I turned, just to come in contact with the soft surface of what seemed like a mattress. It was comfy, but it still did nothing to numb the pain that shot up my spine and entire body. Pain couldn't even begin to describe how bad what I was feeling. My entire body was on fire, and I felt like one wrong move was all it would take for me to finally meet my creator. It was a surprise how I wasn't even dead yet, or was I? Suddenly, the thought of being dead didn't exactly sit well with me, and before I could second guess what I was about to do, I jerked up immediately. Bright light poured into my eyes, and I pressed them shut again. A massive throb formed all around my head, and I couldn't help but let out a gutteral cry. “Easy, Alora.” The sound of my name reached my ears. I recognized the voice immediately, and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel any better. “Please open your eyes. Just take it e
147 Cynthia's POV A small smile made its way to my face as I said the black pair of sunshades down my face. It wasn't exactly a particularly sunny day, but I wasn't going to let that spoil my plans of relaxing in the open. It was one thing to relax, and another thing to relax in the comfort of your home, with no issues whatsoever, no rivals, and definitely no stranger trying to ruin all you've worked hard for. My smile didn't leave my lips, even as I reached for my glass of pineapple juice sitting on the table next to me. I reveles in how cool it was as it slid down my throat, cooling me from the inside out, and also reminding me that life really was a beautiful concept, so long as things were right in your life. Whoever had come up with the saying There's always light at the end of the tunnel was right, all I needed to do was find my light, and coincidentally, it meant snuffing out someone else's light. Alora's fucking light. It wasn't news that we didn't see eye to eye, an
148 Alora's POV Chatters filled my ears from every corner, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I'd always hated noises and really loud places, but I think it was safe to say I'd made a big exception today. Today, I wanted to focus on what all of them were saying. Why? I had two reasons. One, I needed to know what everyone thought about me. Two, it was a welcome distraction from the tornado swirling around in my mind. Things had been a mess since I woke up two weeks ago. When I'd first opened my eyes at the hospital, I honestly wished I didn't, because it looked like everything I'd worked for had gone down the drain. Cynthia and Eliaz's marriage was still flourishing and Henry could be said to have the upper hand. To the public, we were still referred to as the mad couple, even when we were the victims ourselves. I'd wanted to charge out of there and make an irrational decision no doubt, but Fredrick's words were enough to pull me back. She thinks you're dead, Alora. His w
Alora’s POV Today had already started on a bad note when I accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee on myself. Honestly, I really thought that was going to be the worst of it until I pushed open the double doors that served as the entrance to my house. “What the….” The rest of the words died on my lips as I froze in my tracks. My mind raced in confusion as I stared at the scene in front of me with wide eyes.What the hell was going on? And as if to answer my question, ”Bang!” a loud noise reverberated from the corner of the living room. I shook in fear, my heart jumping to my throat as the sound took me off guard. I flinched a bit, before turning to the direction from which the sound had come to check what was happening. Perhaps, if I had known what was waiting for me, I wouldn't have even turned. A gasp escaped my lips as my gaze fell on a tall muscular man walking out of one of the rooms holding one of my many plaques. He raised it high and before I could even stop hi
148 Alora's POV Chatters filled my ears from every corner, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I'd always hated noises and really loud places, but I think it was safe to say I'd made a big exception today. Today, I wanted to focus on what all of them were saying. Why? I had two reasons. One, I needed to know what everyone thought about me. Two, it was a welcome distraction from the tornado swirling around in my mind. Things had been a mess since I woke up two weeks ago. When I'd first opened my eyes at the hospital, I honestly wished I didn't, because it looked like everything I'd worked for had gone down the drain. Cynthia and Eliaz's marriage was still flourishing and Henry could be said to have the upper hand. To the public, we were still referred to as the mad couple, even when we were the victims ourselves. I'd wanted to charge out of there and make an irrational decision no doubt, but Fredrick's words were enough to pull me back. She thinks you're dead, Alora. His w
147 Cynthia's POV A small smile made its way to my face as I said the black pair of sunshades down my face. It wasn't exactly a particularly sunny day, but I wasn't going to let that spoil my plans of relaxing in the open. It was one thing to relax, and another thing to relax in the comfort of your home, with no issues whatsoever, no rivals, and definitely no stranger trying to ruin all you've worked hard for. My smile didn't leave my lips, even as I reached for my glass of pineapple juice sitting on the table next to me. I reveles in how cool it was as it slid down my throat, cooling me from the inside out, and also reminding me that life really was a beautiful concept, so long as things were right in your life. Whoever had come up with the saying There's always light at the end of the tunnel was right, all I needed to do was find my light, and coincidentally, it meant snuffing out someone else's light. Alora's fucking light. It wasn't news that we didn't see eye to eye, an
146Alora's POV A low groan slid past my lips as I slowly peeled my eyes open. I turned, just to come in contact with the soft surface of what seemed like a mattress. It was comfy, but it still did nothing to numb the pain that shot up my spine and entire body. Pain couldn't even begin to describe how bad what I was feeling. My entire body was on fire, and I felt like one wrong move was all it would take for me to finally meet my creator. It was a surprise how I wasn't even dead yet, or was I? Suddenly, the thought of being dead didn't exactly sit well with me, and before I could second guess what I was about to do, I jerked up immediately. Bright light poured into my eyes, and I pressed them shut again. A massive throb formed all around my head, and I couldn't help but let out a gutteral cry. “Easy, Alora.” The sound of my name reached my ears. I recognized the voice immediately, and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel any better. “Please open your eyes. Just take it e
145Alora's POV Revenge was a dish best served cold they said, what they didn't say was exactly how it tasted. It was pure bliss, and the shock on Cynthia's face confirmed every bit of it. Silence settled between us, bit it wasn't enough to hide the tension that simmered underneath. It was tiny, but I felt it grow with each passing second. Whole I gave my sister time to process what had just happened, I decided to take in my surroundings. The hallway wasn't anything special, just a long line of doors with doors that looked too alike. The walls were painted a cream color that I could swear looked nice before, but now, it just made my eyes hurt. I'd almost gotten lost, and if that had happened, then I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself. When I woke up this morning, trailing Cynthia was the last thing on my mind. In fact, right from the day before, I was so stunned that I had no idea what I was going to do with the results. The DNA results had come back positive, with b
144Cynthia's POV My heels clicked with every step I took, but I couldn't help but be bothered. In fact, I liked how they clicked against the tiles so violently. I was mad, and I wasn't even going to bother hide it. If my peace was going to get constantly disturbed, then so was everyone else's. I slung my bag over my shoulder again, before adjusting my stels. I'd been doing that since I arrived at this damn place, and it wasn't helping. My phone beeped for the umpteenth time, and I let out a groan. Immediately, I ignored it, but my groans only increased as the phone kept on beeping. Who the hell could that be now? I knew who it was, and the fact that I knew,only increased my anger. I pulled out my phone, and just like I suspected, it was him. Henry. I stared at the phone in my hand. It rang and rang and rang, but I couldn't bring myself to pick it up. After so much internal debate, I finally succumbed. “What is it?” I yelled into the phone immediately. “Why are you consta
143Alora's POV I'd never been more tensed up in my life, than I'd been in this exact moment. Well, maybe not quite. Deep down, I knew I'd used that phrase more times than I would like to count, but right now, I liked to think it was pretty normal. I was a big bag of nerves and it didn't help that nothing I did to stop it or calm myself down was working. Oh good lord. I pressed the bridge of my nose firmly, before lowering my head a bit. I was previously reclining on one of the hospital benches they'd offered us, and while it was comfortable in the beginning, I couldn't stand the cold seeping into my back and bones. I tapped my feet anxiously against the ground, not wanting to make any noise, and at the same time , trying to keep my mental health in check. Just because I was anxious and on the verge of losing my mind didn't mean I had to inconvenience the others around me. We were in a hospital for heavens sake, and it was none of the patients fault that I was going through
142Alora's POV Time seemed to slow to a halt, as I tried to figure out what to do next. My mind whirled with a million and one things, but none of them seemed even the least bit reasonable. So far, my mind had come up with running away and simply pretending like Cynthia didn't exist and wasn't behind me. None of them would work and I knew it. There was no way I would be able to bolt, I had barely gotten what I came here for, and if I decided to ignore Cynthia, I wouldn't put it past her to cause a scene. A huge one too. “What do you think you're doing?” Cynthia called, her sharp tone pulling me back to the present. “Just explain to me what the hell you're doing here.” I didn't move, neither did I speak, not because I didn't want to, but because I was still torn on what I was going to say. Think, Alora. Think. Unfortunately for me, I didn't even have any time to do that. One minute I was still deliberating on what I was going to do, and the next I was being yanked upwards b
141Alora's POV I adjusted my hat, just so I could stop any ray of sun from slipping through. I wasn't a big fan of the outdoors, so best believe that if I had a chance, I wouldn't even be here. I knew I didn't, so what did I do? I pressed my lips into a thin line, while forcing myself to enjoy the view. If I was being honest, it wasn't too bad. My only annoyance was the fact that it was way too sunny, despite the weather forecaster saying we were going to have a cool and almost rainy day. I'd been in the park for the past hour and some minutes, and I wasn't exaggerating when I said I hadn't seen a single cloud in the sky. It was all sun and sun, and if I hadn't brought out my sunscreen, I probably would be melting by now. A small giggle was all it took to pull me out of my mini rant. I was miserable, yrs, but apparently, all I needed to pull me out of that foul mood was a glance at the little bundle of joy just standing a couple of feet away from me. A little girl not olde
140Alora's POV I couldn't believe my ears. The words echoed in my head and all around me, but no matter how many times I heard it, I just didn't want to believe it. It sounded too bad to be true, didn't it? “Henry..” he stuttered, clearly breathless. “Henry's the father of Cynthia's child.” When I'd rushed home to tell Henry, I wasn't exactly sure what I was expecting. The little boy and his refence to Henry was surprising, but right now, I was flabbergasted, or whatever word that could debote the highest level of surprise. I knew Cynthia was a shrewd woman, but cheating, that was where I kind of expected her to draw the line. I pressed my eyes shut, and memories I didn't want to remember came rushing at me. The main reason she and Eliaz had actually gotten together in the first place, was because she had snatched him away from me. It was pretty obvious the reason she did that was to spite me, but with how long they'd lasted, I actually thought there had to be a tiny bit of