As Racheal lay unconscious on the kitchen floor, Chloe’s panic transformed into urgent action. She grabbed her phone with trembling hands and dialed the number for a local doctor.
“Dr. Harper? This is Chloe Wright. My friend, Racheal—she’s collapsed. Please, we need help right away!” Her voice was a desperate rush, her heart pounding as she awaited the response. Within minutes, the doorbell rang. Chloe hurried to answer, admitting Dr. Harper, a calm and experienced physician. He quickly assessed Racheal’s condition, checking her pulse and examining her vital signs with practiced efficiency. “Chloe, can you give me a moment alone with Racheal?” Dr. Harper asked, his voice steady and reassuring. Chloe nodded, stepping aside but remaining close enough to hear. The doctor’s face was set in a serious expression as he worked, occasionally glancing at his medical bag and then back at Racheal. After a thorough examination, Dr. Harper stood up, looking concerned. “Racheal’s vital signs are stable now, but she’s under a lot of stress. I need to speak with her husband about her condition and the stress she’s been under. It’s crucial for her well-being.” Chloe’s eyes widened. “Her husband? Victor is... he’s not around anymore. He left her.” Dr. Harper looked puzzled, then reconsidered. “I see. Well, I’ll need to speak with someone close to her—maybe a family member or someone who can provide more context about her situation. It’s important to address the stressors affecting her health.” As Chloe absorbed the doctor’s words, Racheal began to stir, her eyes fluttering open. She slowly became aware of her surroundings, her gaze focusing on Chloe and the unfamiliar face of Dr. Harper. “What... happened?” Racheal mumbled, her voice weak. “You collapsed, Racheal,” Chloe explained gently. “Dr. Harper is here to help.” Racheal’s confusion cleared as she saw the concern etched on Chloe’s face. “Victor,” she whispered. “Did he—” “No, Victor isn’t here,” Chloe said firmly. “But we’ll get you the help you need. Dr. Harper, do you think there’s a way to help her through this without...?” Dr. Harper nodded. “We’ll start with what we can do here and ensure she’s stable. If there’s anyone else who can provide support or insight into her situation, it would be helpful.” After Dr Harper finished his examination and gave Racheal a serious look. “There are several tests that need to be carried out, and they require a significant amount of money. When you’re ready, you can come to the office to get the tests started. Take care of yourself, Miss. Have a good day.” With that, Dr. Harper packed his medical bag and left. Chloe watched him go, her mind racing with concern for her friend. Racheal, still disoriented but determined, pushed herself up from the floor. She looked at Chloe with a mix of desperation and resolve. “This is the call to get Victor back. I need to go to the apartment and tell him what the doctor said. Maybe he’ll come back if he knows how serious this is.” Chloe stared at her, disbelief etched on her face. “Racheal, are you kidding me? Victor’s left you. He’s with Evelyn now. You can’t just waltz back into his life and expect him to magically return.” Chloe’s frustration erupted as she paced the kitchen, her voice sharp. “Racheal, are you out of your mind? You seriously think that going back to Victor is going to fix anything? He’s moved on, and you’re still here, wallowing in this pit of despair. Are you fuvking stupid! Get over it! ” Racheal looked up, her face pale and tear-streaked. “Chloe, I just— I need to try. The doctor said the father needs to be involved. I can’t just sit here and do nothing.” “Try?” Chloe snapped, her hands on her hips. “Try what? Getting your heart broken again? You’ve been through hell already, and now you want to walk back into the fire?” “I know it sounds crazy,” Racheal said, her voice trembling. “But if there’s even a chance that Victor could come back, I have to take it. I can’t just sit here and wait for things to get worse.” Chloe’s face reddened with frustration. “You’re not thinking clearly, Racheal! This isn’t just about you anymore. You have a baby to think about. Do you really want to put yourself through more pain and risk your health for someone who clearly doesn’t care?” “I’m not doing this for me,” Racheal said firmly. “I’m doing this for my baby. The doctor said the father needs to be involved for tests, and I need to make sure everything’s alright.” Chloe threw her hands up in exasperation. “For tests? Is that what you’re focusing on right now? The fact that you’re trying to drag Victor back into your life, only to be potentially hurt again, is insane! What if he rejects you outright? What if he refuses to help with the baby?” “I have to try!” Racheal insisted, her eyes pleading. “I can’t just let him get away with everything. I need him to know what’s at stake.” Chloe’s anger was palpable as she breathed harder, her voice rising. “You’re going to lose yourself trying to fight for someone who’s already made his choice. What happens when he turns you away? You’ll be right back where you started, only now you’ll be even more broken! Use your brains Racheal! Stop being a desperate bitch! There are lots of dicks out there! Forget about him, girl!” Racheal’s face was a mask of determination mixed with anguish. “I don’t know what else to do. I feel like if I don’t try, I’ll never be able to forgive myself. I need to know that I did everything I could for our child.” Chloe’s shoulders slumped, her anger giving way to deep concern. “Racheal, you’re not thinking clearly. You need help! You're thinking like a fucking lunatic!This isn’t just about getting Victor back. It’s about your well-being and your baby’s future. You’re a mess right now, and the last thing you need is to add more emotional turmoil.” “I can’t just give up,” Racheal said, her voice breaking. “I can’t let him think he can just walk away and not have any consequences.” Chloe took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. “Okay, fine. If you’re set on doing this, at least promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t go in there with expectations that he’ll magically come back or that everything will be okay. You need to protect yourself. But I promise you if you come here crying and hurt I'll tell you I told you so.” Racheal nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I will. I just need to know that I tried. I can’t move on without knowing that I did everything possible.” Chloe’s face softened, though her frustration lingered. “Alright. But you need to be prepared for the possibility that this could end badly. Don’t let your hope blind you to the reality of the situation.” Racheal swallowed hard, her gaze resolute. “I understand. I just… I need to do this. I can’t move forward without trying.” “Let me go get my bag upstairs and put on some makeup. I need to look really good for him,” Racheal said, her voice laced with a flicker of excitement as she hurriedly wiped her tears and dashed up the stairs, nearly stumbling on her way. “Careful!” Chloe shouted, her concern evident as she watched Racheal’s reckless ascent. Her mind was racing, trying to keep up with the whirlwind of emotions and decisions Racheal was making. “Slow down!” Chloe paced around the kitchen, her frustration palpable. What had happened to her friend? This wasn’t the Racheal she knew—this was someone caught in a delusional fantasy. Chloe shook her head, trying to make sense of the situation. “What on earth is going on with her?” she muttered to herself. “Who goes back to their vomit like this? Didn't she recall the number of nights she cried? She’s acting like she’s in some twisted fairytale.” Chloe took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. “Okay, Chloe, think. She’s clearly not thinking straight. You need to be there for her, even if she’s not making the best choices right now.” She grabbed her phone and dialed a number, hoping to get some perspective. “Hey, Emily? It’s Chloe. I need to talk to you about Racheal. She’s really lost it this time. Can you come over?” As she waited for Emily’s response, Chloe glanced at the staircase, her mind a whirlwind of concern and helplessness. She knew she couldn’t let Racheal face this situation alone, especially not in the state she was in. Chloe shook her head in disbelief, her frustration boiling over. “This woman is really gone,” she muttered under her breath. The situation was beyond frustrating; it was heartbreaking. Her friend, who had always been so strong, was now lost in a fantasy world where returning to Victor seemed like a feasible solution.As Racheal stepped out of the taxi, her heart pounded in her chest. She stood in front of Victor’s apartment complex, hesitating for a moment. The building looked the same as it always had, but today it felt different, more imposing. She took a deep breath, clutching her purse tightly as if it would somehow give her the courage she needed. This was it. She needed to do this, for her baby, for herself. With shaky hands, she made her way inside, climbing the stairs she once knew so well. Each step felt heavier than the last, memories flooding back of times she and Victor had spent together—times she desperately wanted to forget but couldn’t. She reached the apartment door and paused, hearing faint laughter from inside. She knocked, her knuckles tapping lightly at first, then louder as her nerves grew. The door swung open, and there stood Victor, his expression shifting from surprise to something colder when he saw her. Before she could speak, her eyes darted around the room, land
**Warning a little bit steamy***Victor leaned against the kitchen counter, the cool glass of whiskey in his hand offering a fleeting respite from his turbulent thoughts.As he sipped his whiskey, the argument with Racheal echoed in his mind, gnawing at him like a persistent ache. His eyes, hardened and distant, stared into the amber liquid, masking the turmoil inside, building inside of him. It's not like he loves her but it was just a pity he felt for her. He literally threw her out of their own home that was there's once, allowing her to fall on her belly and he didn't even give a fuck if the fall made her loose the baby. Evelyn, her mood darkened by the tension in the room, paced restlessly. Her pregnancy had only heightened her emotions, and the sight of Victor brooding only fueled her frustration. She needed to reignite the spark between them, to remind him—and herself—why they were together. She was horny and she needed him now. “You’re lost in your thoughts again. I can see
Months had passed since that fateful day in Chloe’s kitchen, but Racheal’s life had changed only slightly. Victor never came back. He listened to her pleas, nodded politely, but his heart had long moved on, and his eyes no longer held any trace of the love they once shared. Chloe had been right all along, but Racheal’s stubborn heart couldn’t accept it until now.She rubbed her swollen belly absentmindedly, feeling the baby shift inside her. “It’s just you and me now, little one,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise around her.She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself a brief escape into her thoughts. “Maybe one day, he’ll see what he’s missing. Maybe he’ll realize we’re worth fighting for.” But even as she thought it, a part of her knew the truth—Victor had made his choice, and she was foolish to think otherwise. The past months had been a blur of emotions, doctor visits, and sleepless nights. Dr. Harper’s words about stress lingered in her mind like a
Racheal’s breath hitched as she was left there, alone and forgotten. The injustice of it all was suffocating. Tears streamed down her face, not just from the physical pain but from the crushing weight of Victor’s betrayal. He had chosen Evelyn without a second thought, as if Racheal and her baby were nothing more than an afterthought, expendable.“How could he do this?” she thought, her mind a swirl of anger, hurt, and disbelief. “I’m here too. I’m in pain too. Our baby needs help too.” But her pleas were drowned out by the sterile beeps and bustling footsteps around her. No one was listening. No one cared.She gritted her teeth, trying to push down the rage that bubbled within her. “You’re stronger than this, Racheal. You don’t need him. You don’t need anyone.” But even as she thought it, her resolve wavered. She was scared, more scared than she’d ever been. The pain was becoming unbearable, her body screaming for the care that was being denied to her.Chloe rushed to her side, pan
The hospital hallway feels suffocating, each sterile breath scraping against Victor’s lungs like sandpaper. He’s been pacing back and forth for what feels like hours, but the weight pressing down on his chest doesn’t lighten. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the distant hum of medical machines and the occasional hurried footsteps of nurses. But all Victor can hear are the echoes of his own regrets, bouncing relentlessly inside his mind.Through the glass window, he catches a glimpse of Evelyn, his wife, surrounded by doctors and nurses.They work urgently, their movements synchronized and efficient, but all Victor sees is her face contorted in pain, a stark reminder of the precariousness of their situation.The doctors had mentioned placental abruption earlier—a serious complication that could risk both Evelyn’s life and their baby’s. Victor’s chest tightens at the thought; he can’t afford to lose them, not now.He clenches his fists, his nails digging into his
***Five Years Later***You might be wondering about the young man who showed up at the hospital four years ago. Yes, that was Rachael’s uncle, Clark. But you might be thinking, “Rachael was an orphan!” And you’d be right. However, miracles do happen. Clark, Rachael’s father’s brother, had been searching for her tirelessly, determined to find her so she could inherit her father’s substantial estate. When Clark finally found her, he fulfilled his promise, handing over every property and asset her father had left behind. Rachael wasn’t the same woman who had been humiliated and oppressed. She had transformed into someone powerful and determined, ready to confront anyone who had wronged her.Rachael stood in front of the mirror in her master bedroom, the soft hum of her makeup brush punctuating the contours of her face. Her hair, styled in glossy waves, framed her face perfectly. The tailored designer dress she wore accentuated her transformation into a figure of elegance and strength
Rachael and Damian raced forward, their hearts pounding as they watched Jamal teeter on the edge of a fall. But just before he could hit the ground, Jamal managed to catch himself, landing on one knee instead. He quickly popped back up, dusting off his pants with a proud grin on his face. "I’m Superman! Nothing can hurt me!" Jamal declared, puffing out his chest like a little hero, his eyes sparkling with a mix of triumph and childish innocence.Rachael, breathless with relief, placed a hand over her heart and shook her head. “Jamal, you scared me to death!” she scolded gently, her voice still trembling slightly. She knelt down to his level, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead. “You’ve got to be more careful, okay? Even Superman has to watch his step.”Jamal nodded earnestly, but the cheeky smile never left his face. “Okay, Mama. I promise!” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, the playful sparkle in his eyes melting her frustration instantly.Damian stepped
Rachael stepped away from the noise, finding a quieter corner away from the laughter and splashing water. She pulled out her phone, dialing Damian’s number, and impatiently waited for him to pick up.“Hey, babe,” Damian’s voice came through, slightly muffled but still warm and familiar.Rachael let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Hey, you’ve been gone for a while. I was starting to worry. Everything okay?”Damian chuckled, the sound easing some of her tension. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a little drama with a business partner trying to play smart. It got sorted, though. I’m wrapping things up here, and I’ll be back soon.”Rachael smiled, relieved to hear his voice and that everything was under control. “Good. I miss you,” she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.Damian’s tone shifted, becoming more teasing and playful. “Oh, you miss me, huh? Well, I’ve been thinking about you too, baby. And when I get back tonight…” He paused, his voice dropping low