“Samantha! Oh my God Sam.. Sam please open your eyes! Sam please!” This familiar voice kept echoing in my ears but sounded far away.
My head was banging so hard.. the pestle hitting a mortar kind of bang. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't.. couldn't move. What was happening? A dream maybe?.. Then I felt a soft grip on my hand, a sound like a sob? I tried opening my eyes again and this time, they opened slightly.. It was blurry at first but gradually became clear, taking in the sight of the crystal white painting of the wall before me. The atmosphere felt unusually bright and cold.. turning my head slightly, my gaze met Anna seated beside me. Her eyes were filled with tears, she had obviously cried too much. As our eyes met, there was a flicker of hope.. of relief. “You stupid bitch! How dare you fuckin scare me like that!” Anna said, her voice a mixture of relief, happiness, pain, sadness. “I thought you were really gon’ die!.. Are you okay now? How are you feeling?” I tried to respond but I couldn't.. wanted to smile but couldn't, I just kept staring, my expression blank. I took my gaze away from her in an attempt to study the surroundings. Only then did my brain start making sense of it. I noticed an antiseptic odor, overheard nurses and doctors speaking softly, and heard machines beeping repeatedly. My brows were furrowed in confusion as I realized I was in a hospital uniform.. in a hospital. Then my brain started picking up. There was a quick flash back on what happened about three hours ago, the argument with Tyler, the divorce, how I angrily got in my car, didn't care and drove at full speed and the truck.. Wait, I didn't die. I made it! My pulse quickened as a wave of happiness flowed through me. “Sam, please talk to me. What's going on? Are you okay?” Anna's voice was calm and soothing. Thank God I didn't die, I really am alive.. I could feel hot tears gathering in my eyes as I tightened my grip on Ann's hand trying to adjust myself on the bed, maybe my voice would come out that way but a sudden sharp pain in my lower abdomen held me back. “Hey please take it easy..” Anna said, “do you need help with something? Should I get the doctor?” Anna's questions weren't going to stop soon, I was sure of that, not until I at least gave a response. I tightened my grip on her hands once again, attempting to adjust and this time, the pain came ten times more pushing a loud groan out of me. I could see panic surge through Ann.. “Sam please hold on, I'll go get the doctor immediately” She was about to rush out when I held her back, my pulse racing in my chest. It had struck me.. the memory returned fresh and clear, My baby. I hope it's still there.. my baby. I turned a sharp gaze at Ann, trying to communicate with my eyes. I tried to talk but I couldn't.. the tears were flowing now, I couldn't hold them back. My baby, please… The idea of my baby, and the chance that it might not survive the accident, was like a blow in the stomach. As tears flowed down my cheeks, I stared pleadingly at Ann, wanting to ask about my baby but unable to find the words. I could see the confusion in her eyes, the knowledge that I was trying to tell her something important but she couldn't comprehend. "Sam," she said quietly, her voice shaking as she massaged my fingers, "I understand you're in pain huh? But please if you need something, try to spit it out. It's not fun for me watching you in so much pain” I took a big breath, trying to gather my thoughts well to speak. But the discomfort in my abdomen and the anxiety of what I could hear made it virtually difficult. After what felt like a lifetime, I managed to mumble, "my... baby." The ache in my belly intensified with each word. Anna's look changed from panicking to confused, as if she had misheard me. "I don't understand, baby?" she said, the word hanging in the air like a question mark. I managed to cough out the words again. "Ann.. please my…y baby," Anna's eyes widened with shock. "Baby?" Sam, what do you mean, baby? You never mentioned..." The tears that had threatened to flow suddenly spilled down my cheeks. "Sam," Ann paused. “Wait, you were... pregnant?” My heart fell even further. The pain, both physical and mental, became intolerable. "Tyler...” I croaked, my eyes begging Ann to understand what I couldn't put into words. Ann swallowed, her expression turning from confusion to being calm. She placed a hand on my forehead, her touch gentle but firm. "Sam, don't worry about Tyler right now.. don't even say his name, that bast@rd almost killed you. You need to rest. I'll take care of everything. Just focus on getting better huh.” I was about to speak when the ward's door creaked open and a doctor in a white coat stepped into the room, his eyes concentrated on the clipboard in his hands. Anna squeezed my hand as he approached. "Ah, Mrs. Wills," the doctor said, glancing up from his clipboard. "Good to see you awake. How are you feeling?" "I... I'm okay," I whispered, my voice still weak and raspy but glad I could at least use my voice. The doctor nodded, his expression serious but not unkind. "I'm Dr. Wallace," he introduced himself, before turning his attention to Anna. "And I assume you're family?" "I'm her best friend," Anna said, her voice firm and protective. “Please doctor, how's she doing?” her tone was impatient. Dr. Wallace's expression turned grave. "Mrs. Wills got hurt real bad in the accident," the doctor started, clearing his throat. "She's got a busted rib and some internal bleeding inside her body, which we have managed to stop, but..." The doctor paused, his eyes darting between me and Anna. "But what?" Anna interjected, her tone taking on a worried edge. Dr. Wallace took a deep breath. "Unfortunately, Mrs. Wills also suffered a miscarriage.. I'm sorry to announce that she lost her baby." The air seemed to leave the room and my breath was taken from me. Ann's mouth dropped wide in disbelief, and her face paled as the doctor's words set in. Her eyes, which were earlier filled with anxiety, now carried an even deeper pain and uncertainty. "I'm lost Doc, a baby?" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.. she slowly turned to me. "Sam... you were actually pregnant?" She staggered back, knees wobbly as the awareness struck her full strength. " Sam... why didn't you tell me?"He should feel relieved. He thought he'd feel relieved with her finally gone yet he felt anything but. The woman he'd been forced to marry two years ago, the source of many frustrations, was finally gone, and the mansion now felt cold and empty. He should be breathing a sigh of relief right now yeah but what was this weird feeling? Why does the mansion suddenly have this empty, cold vibe to it? “Hey Ty, didn't get Champagne from the wine stand, I think it's out of stock, I got this instead” Julie, Tyler's 'sweetheart’ and new secretary, was all smiles as she approached him in the living room, raising a bottle of Prosecco, the popular Italian sparkling wine and two wine glasses. She was a vibrant blondie with a naughty sparkle in her eye. The type of girl who made heads turn wherever she went, with her pixie-like features, slim figure, and sharp wit that frequently left him struggling to keep up. “Let’s toast to freedom!” She said as she poured wine in the two glas
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