Eve
I have always mocked women who froze, women who stood there, unmoving, while their partners betrayed them. I couldn’t understand it. Why didn’t they storm in, scream, slap someone, demand answers? I had always imagined that if it were me, I would throw open the door and tear into them both without hesitation. I mean, who would allow such nonsense? Who would cry when it was never their fault? It was the man's fault for betraying them. It was the man's fault for humiliating them and breaking years of trust and love. I gripped the edge of the doorframe so tightly my knuckles turned white, the air was heavy, and suffocating, rooting me in place. My chest tightened, a raw, aching pain spreading from my ribs to the pit of my stomach. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. This isn't happening. But it was. My fiancé, the man I had promised myself to, the man I had loved for four years, the man I wanted to build a family with, was fucking another woman. And I stood there, just like the women I once mocked—stunned in place, watching everything unfold like a fool. I wanted to scream, to fight, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move. The sounds hit me first. Ragged breathing. Desperate moans. I felt my stomach churn, my pulse roaring in my ears. "Oh God, faster, Nick. Please, faster," the woman gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Daddy please!” "Shit! You feel so good, Catherine” He responded with a low groan, her name tumbling from his lips like a plea. “Move those sexy hips for daddy.” Nick was pressed against her, his body moving with an urgency I had never seen in him. His hands gripped her hips tightly as her fingers dug into his shoulders, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I couldn't look away, no matter how disgusted I felt. I pressed a hand against my heart as though I could physically hold it together, but nothing could stop the cracks spreading through me. How could he do this to me? My eyes were blurry with tears, and I couldn’t stop them from falling any longer. My legs felt weak, and I had to lean against the door to keep myself from collapsing. I looked down, tears falling onto the cold marble floor. This must be a dream, a terrible dream. I just had to wake up and everything was going to be okay. Right? “Ah, I’m close,” Nick groaned louder, his head tilting back as his movements quickened. “Fuc—” No, this was reality, a really cold reality that I couldn't run away from. “Enough!” I screamed, my voice tearing from my throat before I could stop it. The sound that came out of my mouth was heartbreaking, terrifying, and full of sorrow. I almost didn't recognize my own voice. Both of them froze mid-motion, their heads snapping toward me, finally realizing that someone had been watching them all along. The woman’s legs were still wrapped around his waist, her flushed face morphing into shock. Nick’s eyes widened, his body jerking backward as though he’d been burned. “Eve!” he stammered, scrambling off the bed and away from the woman. His face twisted into panic as he took a hesitant step toward me. “I… this isn’t—” I looked down at his naked body and pure disgust surged through me. “Don’t,” I said sharply, taking a step back as his hand reached out toward me. My voice trembled, and so did my entire body. “Don’t you dare touch me.” “Eve, listen—” “Why?” I whispered, my voice breaking. My hands clutched at my chest, trying in vain to hold myself together. “Why, Nick? Why would you do this to me?” He dragged a hand through his hair, his frustration spilling out in a low growl as he avoided my gaze. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear. I—” “Oh, is she the one you were talking about?” the woman interrupted, as she sat up, making no effort to cover herself. She adjusted her disheveled hair with the ease of someone completely unbothered by everything around her. I didn't blame her, I didn't even hate her. She wasn't the one who promised to love me, to stay by my side. It was the man who she slept with. “The stiff, smart little idiot?” My breath hitched, my tears momentarily forgotten as I turned to her, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “What?” Nick’s head snapped toward her, his face darkening with anger. “Shut up,” he hissed, his voice low and threatening. But the woman wasn’t finished. She smirked, tilting her head as she looked at me like I was something pitiful. “He told me all about you. You’re that smart, gullible intern working under him in the hospital, right? The one who’s so eager to help him ‘achieve his dreams.’” She laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. “He’s using you, sweetheart. That’s all you ever were—a tool to help him become a professor.” My stomach dropped, the words hitting me like a slap to the face. “Using me?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “W-what do you mean by that?” “He’s—” “Stop it!” Nick barked, his fists clenching at his sides as he turned on her. “I said shut your mouth, you stupid whore!” He cut her off, but it was too late. I’d heard enough. My chest heaved as the truth I’d refused to see unfolded in front of me like a cruel joke. He never loved me. Every promise, every touch, every sweet word—it was all a lie. The woman shrugged, unfazed by his anger. “What? She deserves to know. Honestly, you’d think a ‘smart’ girl like her would’ve figured it out by now.” Her eyes darted back to me, mocking. “I mean, look at you. Did you really think someone like him would ever settle for someone like you?” “You look terrible hon, my grandmother dresses better than you, and she is dead.” She laughed, clearly enjoying the way her words affected me. “What did you call her again? Oh, yeah, the emotionless little toy.” My heart shattered with every word, the pain so deep it left me gasping for air. I need to get out—no I had to get out. I turned around, about to walk out but his hand held mine. “Eve, wait. Don’t—” But I didn’t want to hear it. I glared at him. “You’re a coward,” I said, my voice cracking with the weight of my grief. “You played with my heart, and I was stupid enough to trust you. Now, I want nothing to do with you. ” “Eve, stop!” he shouted, his voice rising in desperation. But I wasn’t finished. “I gave you everything, Nick. I believed in you. I believed in us. And all along, you were using me! Fine, I hope you find another idiot that would let you play her. I hope you find another little to—” The slap came out of nowhere. The sound of it echoed in the room, sharp and deafening. My head snapped to the side, the sting blooming across my cheek as I stumbled back and fell to the floor. For a moment, everything was silent. My hand flew to my cheek, my eyes wide with shock as I looked up at him. What just happened? Did he just raise his hand to me? Him? The gentle, kind man who would take care of me, someone I thought wouldn’t hurt a fly? “N-Nick, did you just—” “Shut up!” he spat, his face twisted in rage. “You useless, ugly woman. How dare you talk to me like that?”EveI stared at Nick, unable to still believe what had just happened. My face stung from the impact of the slap, but it wasn't the pain that made my heart quicken or caused the tears on my face. The reason was the person in front of me—the man I had given my everything to.Nick was a doctor in one of the best hospitals; he wasn't just any doctor—he was my role model, someone I had looked up to. Even though he was ten years older than me, and even though everyone gossiped that I was a gold-digger intern because his father had once been a professor at the hospital, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I had him by my side because he was the first person who treated me like I was human. But now, that same person had just slapped me like I was dirt beneath his shoes.My hand trembled so much, and I bit my lips to stop crying, but it was useless. The pain was too much, too terrifying to try to stop it.“W-why?” I tried to mutter but my voice got stuck in my throat. I could only loo
EveBlue eyes, deeper than the ocean and brighter than the morning sky—those were the eyes I couldn't look away from, no matter how hard I tried. I pressed my hand against his chest, trying to steady myself from falling….or maybe it was just to find a reason to touch him? I had no idea anymore.I refused to blink as I stared up at him. It wasn't just his eyes, everything about him was perfect. His features were sharp, chiseled and beautiful at the same time. What was I saying, calling him beautiful would be an understatement. He was stunning, almost otherworldly, as though God had taken his time to create him.For a moment, I forgot why I was there, standing on the edge of that bridge. I forgot about everything—the humiliation and heartbreak I went through today, my family, my whole existence. I had no idea what this stranger was doing to me, but I didn't care.Then his cold, biting voice snapped me out of it.“Are you going to sit on my lap forever?” he asked, his tone sharp and em
XanderI watched her as she walked away, my eyes following her every movement with interest.I shifted my gaze to my legs. For months, the pain in my legs had been constant. And it made no sense because I wasn't supposed to feel anything in my legs. I had lost the ability to feel them years ago. No doctor had been able to explain it, let alone stop it. And yet, this strange woman had reduced the pain with a single touch. Not fully, but enough that the sharp edge I’d grown so used to was gone, as though her fingers had undone something even modern medicine couldn’t.I flexed my hand against the armrest of my wheelchair, staring down at where she’d touched me moments ago. How could she have known? How could something so simple make a difference where even the most experienced doctors had failed with expensive equipment?It was... fascinating.I exhaled, leaning back in my chair and glancing at the bridge railing. I hadn’t come here expecting company. The place was the only spot I could
EveMy head throbbed in pain, and I gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if it was the only thing holding me together. The surgery had lasted all night, hours of precision and focus. I had poured every ounce of my energy into saving that patient, only to have Scarlett come in afterward and take the credit.She wasn't even there, but after the operation was over, she was the one who spoke to the parents, acting as if I wasn’t the one who’d done the work in her place.I stood there like a fool. I couldn't say anything, not because I was scared of her. No. It was because I couldn't get fired. I couldn't lose the only thing I loved doing.I exhaled shakily, the familiar ache settling in my chest. It was always like this. Always someone else taking the credit. Always me working until I could barely stand, only for my efforts to fade into the background, invisible.I used to think it was okay. I thought helping a senior colleague was an honor, and I was fine standing in for someone and le
Eve “Get married in my place, sister.” Those words. They rang in my ears like a distant echo, over and over, louder with every repetition until I could hardly think. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt, and I stared at Mia, disbelief coursing through me. I must have misheard her. It couldn’t be real. But as I looked at her, my stomach twisted painfully. The look on her face told me everything. The sly curve of her lips, the glint in her eyes—she wasn’t joking. Mia never joked. At least, not with me. She was serious. Dead serious. The ringing in my ears grew louder. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. My chest tightened as I tried to process what she had just said, but my mind refused to cooperate. Marry in her place? Was she really asking me to take her place? To take on yet another thing she didn’t want? I swallowed hard, my throat dry and burning, but the words wouldn’t come. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. Mia’s smile widened slightly,
Eve “No?” my mother repeated, her voice echoing through the room like I had just said the most absurd thing in the world. They all stared at me—eyes wide, mouths slightly agape. For a moment, it was almost comical, like a scene from one of those dramatic plays where the characters freeze in exaggerated disbelief. I would have laughed if my heart wasn’t pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. My hands trembled in my lap, and I desperately tried to control it by clutching my dress. The fabric bunched in my fists, grounding me, though it felt like I was standing on the edge of something far bigger than I could handle. I couldn’t believe I had said it. I had never said no to them before. Not once. No matter what they wanted or asked I made sure to do it. I had always been the quiet, obedient daughter, the one who nodded and did what she was told. The one who stood in the background, unnoticed, while they doted on Mia. And now, I had refused them. I swallowe
Eve I blinked, disoriented, as the pain in my head and face blurred everything around me. I reached for the glass table to steady myself. But I staggered back, collapsing onto the cold marble floor. The world swirled around me, and I made no attempt to stand again. If I lost consciousness, they would just think I was faking it to get their attention. “Dad…” I croaked, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to—” “Shut up!” he roared, his face contorted with fury. His eyes were blazing, not with concern for me but with unrelenting anger. “How dare you hurt her? After everything she’s gone through! Do you know how much she struggled to stay alive, but you want to kill her? Take her away from us because you can’t control your anger? After everything we’ve done for you, this is how you repay us?” “I didn’t mean to!” I said as tears spilled from my eyes. “She dug her nails into me—I didn’t mean to push her! Believe me, I would never hurt Mia on purpose.” “Don’t lie!” he shouted, poi
Eve "Back here again? Aren’t there better ways to die, or do you just enjoy making me save you?” I froze, my heart skipping a beat at the familiar, deep voice. That night, even now, that voice was there to pull my mind away from the dark thoughts I never seemed to escape. Slowly, I whipped my head around, and there he was. My breath caught. Even in the dim light of the night, his face was striking—sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a look of effortless confidence that made my stomach twist and my throat dry. Like I said, beautiful wasn’t a strong enough word to describe this man. He looked like the kind of man who would have countless women around him, yet still remain unattainable. He raised an eyebrow at me, his expression unreadable, though there was something vaguely amused in his gaze. I realized too late that I'd been staring at him like a lovestruck teenager. Oh, how embarrassing. “Or,” he said, his voice low. “are you just stalking me?” His words snap
Xander I opened my eyes. Everything was a blur, and the world spun around me. My body felt like dead weight against the mattress, refusing to respond. My face was damp with sweat. This was the aftereffect of the drug. The only sleeping drug that could actually knock me out, but the price was paralysis. A few seconds where I was nothing more than a prisoner in my own body. I let my gaze drift to the window. It was bright outside. I stared at the ceiling. How exhausting. After a moment, I flexed my fingers, feeling the stiffness in my joints fade. With effort, I pushed myself up. Normally, I shouldn’t be able to stand for an hour, but my body had already adapted to the drug. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sliding my feet into the slippers. My shirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat. Annoyed, I tugged it off and tossed it onto the bed before heading to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, brushed my teeth, and stepped into the shower. Running a hand through
RosaI stared at the photographs on the table, my expression indifferent. My legs were crossed, one foot bouncing lazily as I skimmed through them. Levi stopped in front of me, shifting slightly, his face tinged red. “Dr. Rosa, I brought your favourite mint ice cream on my way here.”I glanced up at the big cup in his hands. My eyes flickered to the side, catching Elijah nudging Asher with a knowing grin. “She’s becoming more popular every day,” Elijah muttered under his breath. “You should improve on your moves.”Asher ignored him, as if he were spouting nonsense.Levi hesitated when I didn't say anything. “I’m sorry for getting it without your permission. I didn’t kno—”I smiled, taking the ice cream from him. “Thank you, Levi. I was craving some.”He sighed in relief. I peeled off the lid and scooped a bite with the tiny plastic spoon, letting out a small moan at the taste.“Oh, how’s your older brother?” I asked, eyes still on the photographs. “He’s still going for his checkups,
Rosa “Hahahaha!” I laughed, my stomach aching from the effort. I clutched my wine glass tightly, trying to keep it from spilling all over my black hoodie and sweatpants. But the more I looked at the three boys in front of me, the harder it was to stop. "How long are you going to laugh for?" Asher asked. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, barely catching my breath. "Hah, until I’m satisfied." He scoffed, clearly not amused, which only made it worse. I took a deep breath, shaking my head as I tried to regain composure. "Okay, let me get this straight," I said, holding up a hand. "Elijah and Roman decided to play thief and steal Mia's purse. But then, just like a badly written action movie, our hero, Asher, swooped in and stopped it?" “Yes. How many times am I going to repeat myself?” "Haha. Men," I sighed between giggles. "Sometimes, I seriously wonder what goes on in their heads." Elijah huffed. "It was a perfectly good plan, you know." I arched my brow, smirking. "L
Mia I stared at the man in front of me. He was too attractive. So much so that my brain struggled to function properly. Xander and this man were both devastatingly good-looking, but in completely different ways. Xander’s beauty was something rare. He looked dignified, refined, almost otherworldly. He looked like he belonged in a painting, a masterpiece that captured everyone's attention. He didn’t need to do anything to make women fall for him, his mere existence was enough. But this man was the kind of beautiful that made you sin. His presence alone was sinful. He was temptation wrapped in leather and tattoos. Everything about him screamed dangerous. "Who the fuck are you?!" The leader of the robbers spun around, aiming his gun at the man. But before he could do anything, his companion froze, his eyes widening in sheer terror. “T-That man… he’s Asher.” The leader stiffened, his face losing all color. "Oh my god," the second man whispered. "What are we going to do?" So, his n
Mia “You’re so beautiful in person, Mia,” she said warmly.I smiled politely, glancing up from my plate as Mrs. Smith beamed at me.“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Smith.” I returned the smile. “You’re too kind. You’re even more beautiful than I am.”The middle-aged woman laughed, touching her face lightly. “Well, we old folks can’t lose to you young ones.”Beside me, my mother chimed in with her usual charm. “Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.”Mrs. Smith waved her off playfully. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been using this new cream lately.”My mother’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind of cream?”Mrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? The cream isn’t widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.”My mother eagerly nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell.”Mrs. Smith smiled. “It’s ca
RosaThe maintenance worker leaned down, extending his hand. “Dr. Rosa, can you raise your hand higher so I can pull you up?”I stretched my arm as high as I could, but my fingers barely brushed his. Damn it. I bent my knees slightly, ready to jump and try again when a strong arm wrapped around my waist.I paused at the sudden touch. Before I could react, Xander lifted me effortlessly, one hand securely gripping my waist, the other... resting firmly on my ass.“....”Don’t look at him, Rosa. Don’t you dare.I clenched my jaw, focusing on the open hatch above. But my body betrayed me. Curiosity won, and I glanced down.Xander met my gaze, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you not going to raise your hands?”I smiled playfully. “Mr. Xander, it's not that I'm complaining, but are you perhaps using this opportunity to—” I felt his fingers press ever so slightly “Keep talking like that, and I might reconsider my help, Dr. Rosa.”I chuckled and
Rosa Twelve years ago They say when you’re about to die, different emotions surface. Some people regret their life choices. Others think about how unfair it all is. Some don’t even understand what’s happening. But I felt nothing. I should have cried. I should have been angry at how unfair this was. It was just tomorrow, and everything would have been over. I would have been free. I could have lived however I wanted. Just one more day. But the world doesn’t give you tomorrows. It only takes and takes until there’s nothing left. The cold water surrounded me, pulling me under. I couldn’t move, and my consciousness was fading. I tried to look for Daisy, but the darkness swallowed everything. She could have fallen anywhere. And from what I saw, I doubted she survived, the car had hit her hard. Ah… so this was how I was going to die. Drowning alone, with no one by my side. I didn’t pity myself. But I pitied the ones who actually cared about me. Theodore, his family….. Xander. Would
Xander I looked at the woman in front of me, her hand resting on the wall beside me. I turned my head to the other side, but before I could step away, she lifted her other hand, blocking my path. The elevator doors shut behind her, leaving me with no way out until we reached my floor. I exhaled sharply, finally lifting my gaze to her. She was smiling mischievously, her face close but not too close, it was just enough to be annoying. “What are you doing, Dr. Rosa?” I asked, my voice flat. Her smile widened. "I think I should be asking you that, Mr. Xander, because I definitely saw you trying to close the elevator the moment you saw me." I arched a brow, unimpressed. “And?” “And, it looks like the person you were running away from was me. Normally, people don’t run away from me,” she mused, as if genuinely puzzled. “Like you might have noticed, I’m way too pretty for people to do that. So, Mr. Xander,” she grinned, “I’m a little confused. Why are you running away from me?”
RosaI stared at the CT scan displayed on the computer screen, my fingers lightly tapping against the desk. The results were almost identical to the previous ones, there were no significant improvement. His case was complicated.I glanced toward the see-through observation window. Inside the CT room, Mr. Winters was laying still, the machine scanning his unresponsive body. Beside me, the young doctor shifted nervously. “As we can see from the results, the trauma to his skull caused a severe hemorrhage, leading to the formation of multiple blood clots. The pressure on his brainstem is significant, which likely contributed to his coma.” He adjusted his glasses. “Given his age and the extent of the damage, his chances of regaining consciousness naturally are extremely low. The human brain is unpredictable, and coma recovery is rarely something we can force. It depends entirely on the patient’s response.”I continued analyzing the results. Blood clots. That was the key. Removing them cou