GeorgeMy office is quiet, the video having been silenced, leaving me to my thoughts about everything that has just happened in those few short minutes. I am in disbelief, trying to comprehend everything I have just heard and seen. The video has ended, but various links pop up to other articles about the staged crash, the views climbing as more and more people comment on it. Charlotte's fans are either viciously defending her or slamming her across social media platforms, made all the worse by the comments Charlotte has made in defense of Ella. I'd been surprised that despite everything and how poorly the two had gotten along that she still wanted to defend Ella's actions, going so far as to ask the judge to give her a lighter sentencing–though, I suppose now it makes more sense. It had all been an attempt to make herself look better in the public eye by forgiving and pitying the person who supposedly hurt her. It would've been a good publicity stunt if it hadn't blown up in h
GeorgeIt's been a week and I still haven't managed to get things to calm down. The news has been nothing but talk about Charlotte and how she shifted the blame onto Ella for the car accident. Actually, it's worse than that since the whole accident was staged. Everything about her is being brought into question from her career to her friends, and unfortunately my company is included in that latter portion. The media don't have the nerve to reveal my name, but the clues scattered across the internet have led people to believe at least one thing—that Charlotte's car accident was connected to my company. Due to the influence of public opinion, the company's stock has plummeted.The only one who isn't being torn apart by the media sharks is Ella. No, she's gone from being hated to being the media's darling basically overnight after that video. The people who onced mocked her for getting in the way of Charlotte's relationship were now sympathizing with and supporting Ella for what
GeorgeI don't want to be in a loud, obnoxious club that is uselessly pretentious but here I am in said club. In L'ambroisie, to be precise. For as upscale as it is, it's still a club with too loud music and people dancing just to look for a good time later in the evening. I honestly never saw the point of these places, but my sister dragged me here, insisting I was moping when I should be celebrating finally getting divorced. So, there I am in a booth, nursing a few fingers of bourbon in a useless bid to cater to Jessica. For as much as I love my sister, she can be... pretentious. I suppose the club fits her perfectly then. She never liked the fact that I had married Ella and made that point very clear whenever we were together. As soon as she heard I was divorced she begged to take me out to celebrate, and as much as I didn't want to go, I knew that the fallout with Charlotte and Ella's subsequent disappearance had consumed me. It's good for me to get away from the offic
EllaI keep walking forward without looking back, shaking my head in disgust. I absolutely cannot believe that finally, after all these years, I let my true feelings for Jessica emerge. She's incredibly shallow and irritating.And George showing up like that? I bite my tongue in frustration. We all get into the sports car together, the air thick with aggravation and exhaustion."Are you okay, Ella?" Jacob asks, turning his head partially to look at me. His earlier composure seems to be slowly unraveling. However, I don't believe this is because of George. I think it's because of me.I nod my head, unsure what words to use in this instance. "I'm fine.""I want to ask... were you scared? By your encounter with the two of them?"I raise an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"He shakes his head in response. "Because it was something of an ambush. With everything you've dealt with the past few months, it seems reasonable that you may be on edge."I appreciate the concern, but there's no
EllaI arrive back at the hospital first thing in the morning, striding in like I own the place. In a way, I do now. The feeling of strength that continues to grow from the days away from George and our loveless marriage gives me more confidence.It feels good to be the old Ella who used to walk these white halls with a purpose. To have the title of "doctor" before my name. To receive nods of respect and hello's instead of being ignored by anyone around me.I relish each passing second. And I believed my marriage was for the best? I've been foolish. Love with George Wickham was never a viable, genuine reality for me.I make it to the wing I'd visited the day before, and I see that George's grandmother, Anna, is still the hot topic."She stopped taking her medication!" one nurse groans in frustration."Why? When?" a tall male doctor snaps.Another nurse steps in. "She said she didn't believe it was helping!"The tall doctor is a balding white man with crow's feet prominently
Ella"Are you ready to perform this surgery, Ella?" Dr. James questions, raising a dark eyebrow. I see something like mischief in his eyes, and I wonder if he's enjoying himself. Dr. Stark might not be horrible to me alone. There might be more.I wave my hand. "I have no problem with operating. I'll be whatever you need, even your second."He nods. "You take the lead on this, Ella, with Dr. Jacob White."Oh, perfect. "Wonderful. I was going to insist on Dr. White's assistance already, so that works for me.""What exactly are you planning on doing in the OR?" he asks."Whatever is necessary to save Anna's life, doctor.""You can't seriously think you can just bring in Dr. White to help you?" Dr. Stark snaps. "He's a prestigious doctor! He's not someone's pathetic, lowly assistant!"I blink at the woman. "A lowly assistant he is not. But his help would be beneficial. After all, even if you continue to think I'm incapable of doing this surgery, you would be wise to make sure t
George"A-apologies, Mr. Wickham, I let my personal feelings get the better of me," she stammers, quickly backtracking. "We would never leave your relative with someone incompetent, or give subpar care to our patients." She is covering her ass for her blunder, and despite how I didn't want her words to affect me, they did. That's my grandmother in there, and while she is hard on me from time to time she's still very dear to me. "I assure you, Mr. Wickham, those are experienced doctors in there. If you have any questions throughout the procedure, I can answer them for you." I'm about to ask about her own competence in this field when another doctor exclaims, "What is she doing?! A number 10 scalpel is much too risky to use for cutting the aortic valve. A number 20 would have been better for her capabilities. Is she trying to botch this surgery?!" "Don't tell me–is she attempting to replace the valve completely? With the patient's age and current diagnosis, that's risky!" "C
Ella George blinks as if in surprise, not expecting such a question from me. "Well, Dr. Reina, you might not know this but Mr. Wickham is a patron of the hospital. When his grandmother came into our care he asked us to be transparent with her treatment." "A bit too transparent, possibly," Jacob says coolly before looking at Dr. James. "R-right! Well, I should be getting to my next appointment. Then–Mr. Wickham, Dr. White–Dr. Reina." Dr. James hurries away, leaving the three of us alone, and I'm honestly not sure if this is worse or not."I have to admit, I'm a bit impressed, Mr. Wickham. Not just anyone can stomach watching an operation, especially on a loved one," Jacob says, "Well, I'm certainly not anyone, now, am I?" He turns his attention to me, but I don't cower; I straighten my spine and face him head on. "What I'm surprised about is that you were one of my grandmother's surgeons." "How so?" I ask, crossing my arms. "I didn't expect you to understand medicine."