Tyler's car came to a halt in the hospital’s parking lot, leaving behind a path of dust and exhaust fumes. He rushed out, locked the door in the same pace and headed towards the gigantic building, his attention entirely focused on Samantha.“Omg.. isn't that Tyler Wills”, “Gosh he's so handsome!”, “Why is he here, is she sick?” The reception area came alive with quiet whispers as soon as Tyler got in. “Where is my wife?” Tyler demanded on getting to the counter, ignoring the curious stares and inaudible whispers flying around. The receptionist, a middle aged nurse who had been engrossed in her computer and initially didn't notice the drama happening in the reception, gazed up almost immediately at the sound of the voice. She was immediately taken aback by the sight she caught before her that she forgot what she was just asked.. Tyler Wills?!, He really came. “Where is my wife?!” Tyler demanded again, his frustration was growing now. The nurse adjusted her glasses as she gather
Tyler tried all he could to get my attention, to get me to talk, or at least say a word to him but I wasn't having it.Seeing him stand before me alone kept sending hot blood flowing through my veins, I was boiling with anger so bad. How dare he come here acting all so concerned. Like he cares?! Did he not just call his mistress to come over, wasting no time replacing me?! He's wanted me out of his life badly so why the fuck was he here?! These thoughts and more kept flowing through my head as I lay down there keeping my hard gaze at my worst nightmare - Tyler. I had told Ann earlier, even though deep within me, I had doubts about him coming but should he come, that I didn't want to see him, or talk more of having a conversation with him. It was funny though. Seeing Tyler like this, all caring, concerned.. about me? It felt like a movie. Tyler's voice finally broke the brief silence that had taken over the room post my miscarriage announcement. “Look, Sam.. I..I know I messe
Julie braced herself up in preparation for the confrontation she had planned as she walked towards the entrance after seeing Tyler's car pulling into the car park through the window. After a few minutes, Tyler stepped out and briskly approached the mansion's entrance.“Ty, I don't get it, what's going on?” She questioned, her brows furrowed, as soon as Tyler stepped into his massive living room. Lost in his own mind, he barely acknowledged Julie's presence and walked directly to the living room bar. With an armful of wine and glass in hand, Tyler poured himself a drink, downing it in one gulp.The burning sensation of the drink provided some relief. At least, he felt a bit calmer than he had been at the hospital.Julie’s eyes widened with a mixture of anger and shock.She crossed her arms, her voice rising. “Tyler, really? You come home, don’t even look at me, and just down a glass of wine like it’s nothing?”“Shut the hell up please, will you?!” Tyler snapped as he hit the empty
I could finally feel it, I could sense the freedom. I took a final glance at Ann, my best friend, and Owen, my colleague from the Design shop, the one Tyler accused me of cheating with, waving at me from the airport terminal as I ascended the stairs to board my flight.. I caught sight of Ann whispering something while my gaze was on her. “Take care of yourself!!” I read her lips and I'm most certain it was what she said. I smiled, nodded, and waved back then turned my gaze back to the plane's entryway taking a deep breath. I was finally leaving. Leaving behind the harsh memories, the pain, heartbreaks, crying to bed almost every night, wishing one day my dad would come looking for me, and most importantly, away from Tyler. The past three days had helped a lot, giving me strength and solace, especially with Ann by my side, helping me recover from both my physical and emotional wounds. I took my seat by the window, breathed a sigh of relief, and secured my seatbelt.
The loud and sudden ringing of my alarm dragged me from sleep the following morning, pulling me out of a deep sleep. I stared at the wall clock, its hands verifying it was precisely 7:00 a.m. Relief flooded over me.“Thank goodness,” I whispered, happy I hadn’t overslept and missed my alarm.Arriving at the apartment yesterday had weakened me so much that I simply took a brief shower and dropped into the bed. I didn’t even bother unpacking or exploring my new space.. just straight to sleep. My body had been too exhausted to contemplate doing anything else. But I was glad I had the wisdom to set my alarm ahead, even for two hours sooner. Without that precaution, given how tired I was, I would have surely overslept and missed my appointment fixed booked for 9:00 a.m. at the office.Dragging myself out of bed, I streched my arms high over my head, yawning deeply as I made to shake off tiredness and sleepiness from my body. My reflection in the dressing mirror got my attention.. a m
“So...where do we go from here?” He asked and I could see the mischievous smirk playing on the corners of his lips. I swallowed, trying to make sense if what was happening. Wait, does this mean…? If he's here in this office right now then…My mind went back to the inscription on the door before coming in, it was clearly written in bold block letters 'CEO’.. So it means, he's the boss? I tightened my grip on my portfolio.. “Uhm.. I, I'm so sorry about what happened earlier.. I-I didn't know.. I didn't know you were…” His loud laughter took over the room, interrupting my stutter. My brows furrowed, and there was a hint of irritation in me, I mean… how arrogant? “Please have your seat and introduce yourself.” He gestured to the seat before him.I sighed, my grip still tightened on my portfolio as I advanced towards the chair. I sat down, my gaze meeting his. Up close, he was even more handsome. His jaw was strong, his eyes a deep shade of blue, but he wasn't as attractive as Tyl
Hours flew by and it was finally time to go on dinner with my new boss. I was starving; I hadn't had real food since my arrival in London so I wasn’t really focusing on how strange the situation was.. at least not yet. At 7:00 PM on the dot, we met in the parking lot like we agreed, well after the office had emptied out. I had agreed to have dinner with him since I'd be heading straight home afterwards.. didn't want to deal with any potential awkwardness at work if we had lunch instead. At least I'd be refreshed the next day. "Ready?" He asked, flashing me a smile. "Sure," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. He opened the car door for me, and I stepped in, casting one last look at the huge office building before he pulled away. It was a quiet drive to the restaurant, neither of us said a word, allowing the soft hum of R&B playing in his car to fill the silence. I took the opportunity to admire the city lights of London, forming a warm glow against the evening s
I stood motionless, my hands getting tighter around the phone as I tried to process what was going on. Tyler? The name stuck in my head, jarring with the restaurant's calm atmosphere. Tyler. It's really him."Samantha?" His voice came again, kind, yet full of that familiar ignorance that had attracted and then repulsed me.I blinked as I felt Caleb's unreadable look and his eyes piercing me. I stood up from my chair, momentarily forgetting his presence. “Please excuse me.” I managed to say with a shaky voice.Even with the phone placed to my ear, Caleb's gaze never left mine as I passed.I shut myself in a stall as soon as I walked into the bathroom."Tyler, what do you want?" I was able to whisper while maintaining a neutral, flat tone, finally breaking the silence from my end. But my heart kept pounding in my chest deep down.On the other end, there was a moment of silence that only Tyler could pull off. There was a pause on the other end, the kind of silence that only Tyler c
Tyler exhaled sharply as he pushed himself up from the therapy bench, sweat dampening his shirt. His muscles trembled from exertion, but he gritted his teeth and steadied himself. Samantha stood nearby, watching him with careful eyes, ready to step in if he faltered. “Easy,” she murmured. He shot her a look. “I’m fine.” She crossed her arms, one brow lifting. “You nearly collapsed last week. Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it.” Tyler sighed but didn’t argue. Truth be told, he still felt the weakness lingering in his limbs, the occasional dizziness that reminded him he wasn’t at full strength yet. But he was improving. And that mattered. The physical therapist, a middle-aged man named Greg, clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s enough for today. You don’t want to push too hard.” Tyler wiped a hand over his face and nodded. “Got it.” Samantha handed him a water bottle, and as he took a sip, her fingers brushed against his. It was a small, fleeting touch, but it g
Samantha paced the clean hallway, the only sound in the otherwise quiet room being the steady tapping of her heels on the shiny hospital floor. She detested medical facilities. I detested having to wait. She glanced at the clock, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Four hours. Tyler had spent four long, excruciating hours in surgery. She turned as she felt a hand on her shoulder and saw Owen standing next to her, holding a coffee cup in one hand and wearing a worried expression. He offered her the cup and added softly, "You must sit." Samantha gave a headshake. "I am unable to. Not until I'm certain he's alright. Owen leaned against the wall and moaned. "You have stood here the whole time. You're going to lose your mind. The lump in her throat was swallowed. "What happens if something goes right?" Her voice broke. "What if..." "Cease." Owen spoke in a friendly but stern tone. "Tyler is powerful. Additionally, he is being treated by one of the nation's top surgeons
Samantha's heels hitting the marble floor echoed down the long hallway. Her phone buzzed in her fingers, and another notice appeared on the screen. SCANDAL UNVEILS: CALEB WINTERS ENGAGED IN FRAUD, EMBEZZLEMENT, AND CORPORATE SABOTAGE. She barely had time to breathe before another one struck. JAMES BLAKE'S LEGACY RESTORED: NEW EVIDENCE CLEARS HIS NAME.Her father's name. She grabbed the phone tighter, exhaling gently as she pushed through the spinning doors of the company's offices. The lobby was a bustle of activity, with reporters stationed outside, employees chatting in tight clusters, and security on high alert. It had only been twelve hours since Owen revealed the incriminating proof, yet the corporate world had already imploded. "You did it," Owen said beside her, his voice low but forceful. Samantha caught his gaze. He appeared weary, his tie unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up after the all-nighter they had pulled. But there was a quiet contentment in his eyes, the sa
The sound of my phone buzzing woke me up. I sat up abruptly, my heart thumping as the faint light of Tyler's hospital room formed frightening shadows on the walls. The sterile aroma of antiseptic entered my nose, grounding me in the moment, but my mind was already racing. I reached for my phone, shivering my fingers as I unlocked it. A slew of notifications illuminated the screen. News notifications. Social media tags. Emails. Bella's name appeared on the screen, and I immediately picked up. "Sam, have you seen it?" Her voice was sharp and urgent. I swallowed hard, already dreading the response. "Seen what?" "Caleb has just gone public. He revealed critical information regarding your father's business. He describes it as a 'legacy of corruption.' "The media is all over it." My face was emptied of blood. My hold on the phone intensified. "Sam, are you there?" I forced myself to breathe. "I'm here." But I was not. I was in a downward spiral. My father had only been gon
I didn't think twice. Tyler's sickness worsened, so I temporarily closed the Art display. There are no explanations, no room for negotiation. My career had been my anchor for years, but just now, nothing was more important than being there for him. Now, as I sat in the dim hospital room, the only sound being the beeping of machines, I watched Tyler fall asleep. His face looked paler than usual, and he breathed slower and more measured. My fingers wrapped around his, and my thumb brushed lightly against his skin. I wanted to relieve his misery. I wished I could go back in time and make other choices to avoid this occurring again. But all I could do was stay here. The door creaked open, and Bella slid inside, holding two cups of coffee. She handed me one without saying anything and sat down beside me. “How’s he doing?” she inquired quietly. I exhaled and stroked my temple. "For the time being, things are stable. The physicians are still watching him. They'll decide soon wh
I didn't think twice. Tyler's sickness worsened, so I temporarily closed the Art display. There are no explanations, no room for negotiation. My career had been my anchor for years, but just now, nothing was more important than being there for him. Now, as I sat in the dim hospital room, the only sound being the beeping of machines, I watched Tyler fall asleep. His face looked paler than usual, and he breathed slower and more measured. My fingers wrapped around his, and my thumb brushed lightly against his skin. I wanted to relieve his misery. I wished I could go back in time and make other choices to avoid this occurring again. But all I could do was stay here. The door creaked open, and Bella slid inside, holding two cups of coffee. She handed me one without saying anything and sat down beside me. “How’s he doing?” she inquired quietly. I exhaled and stroked my temple. "For the time being, things are stable. The physicians are still watching him. They'll d
Fear and rage swirled in my stomach as I stood at the door of the private hospital room, my heart thumping in my chest. Everything felt oppressive, including the room's sterile air and the background beeps of the equipment. It was cold, aloof, and clinical, exactly as I remembered. However, things were different this time. I wasn't a kid waiting for answers this time. I was an adult who needed to let go of years' worth of hurt, questions, and anger.As I pushed it open, the springs hardly made a sound as the door creaked open. In the bed, my father appeared smaller than I had remembered. The once-dominant, powerful, and forceful presence had become weak, with pale complexion and sunken eyes. Even though he didn't look up right away, I could see his attention going to me. In an attempt to steady my breathing, I swallowed hard. I said, "Dad," in an emotionally charged voice that was almost audible above a whisper. "I'm present."His face stiffened as his eyes met mine as he slow
I watched the glass of water on the table, feeling the moisture forming on the bottom with my fingers. The quiet chatter in the restaurant around me faded away. I kept looking over at the entrance, and my stomach felt more and more knotted with each moment. This wasn't real. That’s not possible. The message stuck in my mind like a guest I didn't want: we needed to have a conversation. This is about your dad. I thought about avoiding it, deleting it, or acting like it wasn't there. Something brought me here—maybe it was curiosity, anger, or hope. The scene was neutral, public, and terribly ordinary. Just another downtown eatery, bustling with laughter and conversation, with no proof of the emotional storm rising within me. My glance moved to the clock. Five minutes past our agreed-upon time. 'Good. Perhaps he isn't coming. I was about to stand up and walk out when the door opened. At first, I didn't think much of it. Just another customer walking in, shrugging off the c
Forty-eight hours had passed.I found myself meandering back and forth across my office, the pristine envelope quivering ever so slightly within my grasp.A cocktail of disbelief and pride constricted my chest as I gazed upon the distinguished emblem of a globally acclaimed firm emblazoned on the letterhead.It was set in stone... I had clinched the kind of deal that was the stuff of dreams for anyone in my profession.This was the milestone that would cement my reputation as a leader in the industry... a defining juncture in my career.Yet, instead of revelling in triumph, I was engulfed by a sense of emptiness.My mind incessantly wandered to the hospital, to Tyler, who lay there with his gallant smile and serene resolve, feigning normalcy even when it was far from the truth.His words echoed in my head, "We'll pull through this, Sam. Together."A gentle tap at the door snapped me out of my reverie, and there was Rachael, her expression alight with joy."Way to go, Sam! You've done