As Doctor Stephen's words were making me lose my mind, another doctor suddenly burst out of the operation room, his voice ringing out with a proclamation that defied all expectations. "He's awake... he's alive!" he called out, his announcement cutting through the atmosphere like a ray of hope."What? He was announced dead just moments ago," Doctor Stephen exclaimed in disbelief before hastily rushing back into the operation room. Angela and I clung to each other, our hearts pounding as we continued to pray fervently, our pleas for a miraculous intervention pouring forth in a desperate chorus of hope and faith.Time seemed to stretch endlessly as we maintained our vigil, our entwined hands and whispered prayers a lifeline of hope amid the uncertainty. We beseeched the heavens for a miracle, our souls united in a fervent plea for Nathan's survival and recovery.Finally, Doctor Stephen emerged from the operation room, a radiant smile illuminating his face. "Nathan is alive. He's survived
Struggling to rise from the floor, I gritted my teeth against the pain and slowly pushed myself upright. As I steadied myself, I saw Dylan clutching the pillow tightly, his eyes still glazed from the effects of the drug. "Charlotte... Charlotte….I love..you," he murmured, his voice filled with longing.The sound of his voice calling out her name tore through me, and in a surge of anguish and frustration, I cried out, "Ahhhh... Charlotte!" The pain in my back seemed to amplify my anguish. "I'm going to make your life miserable. I'll ruin you!" My words rang out with anger and despair, echoing in the room."I can't bear this any longer. I can't allow this to happen," I whispered to myself, my mind racing with desperation. "Using the drug again would have a severe impact on Dylan. and I can't let that happen. He's my only link to wealth. It has to happen tonight. Dylan must have sex with me."As I remembered the plans Sonia had shared with me, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "P
Allison POV"Let me go!" I choked out, struggling against Dylan's relentless grip on my neck. Panic surged through me as I fought for breath, feeling the heat rise within me and my vision blurring. "Please... I might die..." I screamed, desperation lacing my words as I pleaded for release. Finally, Dylan relented, releasing his hold on my neck. Gasping for air, I collapsed to the floor, coughing and wheezing, the sensation of nearly being choked to death overwhelming me.Dylan, wordless, made his way to the bed and sat down heavily, his hand coming to rest on his head. Meanwhile, I remained on the floor, clutching my neck, the trauma of the moment leaving me shaken and struggling to regain my composure.*****For the past two weeks in Germany, Dylan has been avoiding me. He barely speaks, immersing himself in meetings, working on his fashion project, and constantly calling Charlotte. Every attempt I make to engage him is met with rejection. I've tried speaking to him, reaching out to
As I knocked on the door and stepped into the room, I was met with the arresting sight of Charlotte and the young man turning their gaze toward me. Charlotte rose from her seat, her expression surprise and bewilderment."Dylan, you're back? What are you doing here?" she inquired, her words landing like a jolt.I stood rooted to the spot, taken aback by her unexpected question. "What am I doing here? I've been checking up on you daily for the past weeks, and what am I doing here?" I murmured under my breath, struggling to comprehend the situation.My eyes then shifted to the young man seated beside Charlotte, his presence adding an extra layer of complexity to the moment. As Charlotte turned her attention back to me, she hesitated before introducing us."Dylan, this is my childhood friend, Aaron. And Aaron, this is my..." She paused, her gaze flickering between me and Aaron before finally continuing, "my ex-husband."Aaron rose from his seat, extending his hand toward me with a courteo
I gazed at Grandma Adaline, then at my mom and Sonia, feeling a wave of uncertainty over me. What should I say? Should I confess that I hadn't taken a test and was simply going by my intuition about being pregnant? Would they believe me? As the silent tension lingered, I mustered a smile and addressed Grandma Adaline."Grandma Adaline, what's the importance of a test result? I know I'm pregnant, and that's what truly matters, right?" I suggested, attempting to deflect the need for concrete evidence."I understand, dear. But I need to see the test results for my own certainty. If I were to tell my kids and grandkids about your pregnancy, they would undoubtedly ask for the test results to be sure," Grandma Adaline explained, her words carrying responsibility and concern.Her insistence on verification left me pondering how to solve the situation.As I stood in silence, feeling the situation, Sonia stepped in and took charge. "Don't worry, Grandma. We'll be back with the test results,"
"What baby?" I repeated, but all I could hear in response were sobs. "Where is she? Which hospital?" I urgently asked."At City General," Angela replied before abruptly ending the call.I hurried to the hospital and made my way to the operating room, where I found Nathan and Angela standing in front. "What baby?" I halted in my tracks to ask once more. Angela and Nathan turned to look at me, and before Angela could respond, the operation room door swung open, and the doctor emerged."Doctor Stephen, what happened? How is my sister and the baby?" Nathan inquired anxiously.I was stunned to the core. A baby? Is Charlotte pregnant? I asked myself in shock, my mind racing with unanswered questions."Who is the father?" Doctor Stephen asked Nathan, his gaze fixed on him. Nathan turned and pointed to me. "He is the father," Nathan replied, casting a solemn glance in my direction. Confusion and disbelief clouded my mind as I struggled to comprehend what was unfolding.Doctor Stephen approach
"Dylan... it's all your fault!"Charlotte's words struck me like a lightning bolt. "My fault?" I asked in shock. "I hate.....you, Dylan. I hate....you," she screamed, her voice filled with anguish and anger. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her whole body trembled with emotion."How could you both take my baby away from me? I won't have troubled you about taking care of him. I was capable to do so," Charlotte cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. "He was my only hope, the only gift I have gotten from you, Dylan, the only gift I got after your family's maltreatment and abuse, all the abuse I got from them. He was my only hope in getting over everything."Tears streamed down her face as she continued, her voice rising to a fever pitch. "Why did you and Allison take him away from me? Why can't I be happy, Dylan... I hate...you," she screamed in anger, her words echoing in the hospital room.As I watched her, my heart ached with guilt and helplessness. I never me
"Who is getting killed?" Grandma Adaline's voice cut through the tense atmosphere as she and Grace, Allison's mom, swiftly intervened, pulling Allison and Sonia away from the police. "Why haven't you handcuffed them yet?" I demanded, my frustration boiling over in a maelstrom of emotions."What's wrong, Dylan? Why are the police in our mansion?" Grandma Adaline inquired, her gaze sharp as she shielded Allison behind her. I moved to step closer to Allison and grabbed her with all my might, but my mom quickly came and held me back, her expression concerned and warning. As I turned to face her, she shook her head. "Dylan... no," she said firmly, her voice tinged with urgency."Mom..." I protested, my anger flaring as she held me in a tight embrace, her arms a barrier between me and the unfolding turmoil. her touch, the silent plea in her eyes, gave me pause, and I struggled to rein in the tempest of emotions raging within me.I turned to face Grandma Adaline, my voice laced with fury. "
Charlotte POVMy heart still racing with anger and hurt, I was abruptly jolted from my thoughts as Allison, like a whirlwind of fury, swung the car door open and shoved me out onto the gravel driveway. The shock of the sudden push left me stumbling, my hands reaching out instinctively to steady myself. As I regained my footing, I was greeted by a scene that left me utterly bewildered.Before me stood a gathering of people - everyone, Dylan's relatives. Allison, her face contorted with rage, advanced towards me with clenched fists, her eyes blazing with anger. I braced myself for the blow, closing my eyes tightly and bowing my head in anticipation. But to my surprise, the blow never came I wasn't hit . Instead, I heard a voice beside me, a voice I didn't recognize. "Charlotte, are you okay?" the stranger asked, his tone filled with concern. Slowly, I opened my eyes to find a young man standing in front of me, his gaze fixed on mine with worry and determination. The guy had held Allis
Davidson POV Stepping into the grand hotel, the air thick with the hum of chatter and laughter, I heard my name being called by my group of friends. "Davidson, Davidson!" their voices rang out in jovial tones, and I turned to acknowledge them with a wave and a smile. Yet, amidst the friendly banter and familiar faces, my thoughts were consumed by one name alone - Charlotte.With a heavy heart, burdened by the memory of Charlotte's rejection and the ache of unrequited love, I sought solace by the serene waters of the hotel's swimming pool. Each step towards the pool felt like a journey into the depths of my own turmoil, a desperate attempt to quell the storm of emotions raging within me.Standing at the edge of the pool, lost in contemplation, I was startled by the sound of my name whispered behind me. "Davidson," a voice called out, and a delicate hand brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The touch was both cold and warm, a paradoxical sensation that jolted m
As the darkness enveloped me like a shroud, a lone beacon of light in the distance beckoned to me, a promise of respite amid the encroaching night. With a surge of determination, I quickened my pace, each step fueled by the dwindling reserves of strength that I clung to desperately.Finally, I reached the welcoming glow of the house, my heart pounding with relief and exhaustion. I rapped urgently on the door, the sound echoing through the stillness of the night until it swung open to reveal a middle-aged woman peering out at me with curiosity and concern."Good day, ma'am. I need your help," I managed to gasp out, my voice strained from the exertion of the long and arduous journey. The words spilled forth in a rush, a plea for aid from a weary traveler who had stumbled upon a rare sanctuary in the darkness.With a weary sigh, I relayed my tale of misfortune—the broken-down car, the dead phone, the endless stretch of desolate road that had led me to her doorstep. exhaustion hung heavy
Dylan POV As the days stretched on in the somber confines of the hospital room, Allison's heart-wrenching cries seemed to echo endlessly, a haunting soundtrack to the anguish that enveloped us all. Her mother, Sonia, and my steadfast grandma Adaline stood vigil by her side, their presence a shield against the darkness that threatened to consume her fragile spirit. They watched over her with unchanging devotion, their eyes filled with sorrow and determination.Yet amid the hushed whispers and heavy silences, a singular obsession gnawed at me—a relentless need to reach Charlotte, to bridge the chasm that had widened between us. Ignoring the pleas and protests of those around me, I made a fateful decision to seek her out, to confront the tumultuous emotions that churned within me.The drive to Charlotte's house was a blur of frenzied determination, each passing mile fueling the fire of my resolve. Pulling up to the imposing gates that guarded her sanctuary, I braced myself for the confr
Allison POVAs I slowly blinked my eyes open, the world around me came into focus, the sterile white walls of the hospital room closing in around me. disorientation gripped me as I realized I was alone, the silence of the room echoing with my confusion.Memories flooded back in a rush, the events leading up to this moment playing out like a fragmented movie in my mind. I remembered the sharp pain, the sickening thud as I fell and struck my baby bump on the unforgiving edge of the table in the living room. Dylan's panicked face swam before me, his urgent actions to get me to safety etched in my memory.A surge of panic shot through me as I instinctively reached for my swollen belly, only to be met with a hollow emptiness that made my heart skip a beat. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I stared down at my once-prominent baby bump, now reduced to a flat expanse that betrayed the absence of the life that had once thrived within me."Huh?!" I gasped, the realization hitting me like a physi
The air crackled with tension as my anger simmered just beneath the surface, a volatile mix of emotions threatening to erupt at any moment. "Why am I wasting my words with you, huh?" I seethed, my voice edged with frustration as I snatched the car key from Allison's hand, my resolve firm and unwavering. "I need to go get the woman I want," I declared to Allison, my gaze steely as I turned away, determined to follow the path my heart yearned for.Allison's desperate plea echoed in the room, a final attempt to hold onto a love slipping through her fingers. "Dylan, you can't do this to me," her voice carried a note of desperation, a plea tinged with fear and uncertainty. But my mind was set, my steps resolute as I pushed forward, the pull of destiny drawing me towards a future I dared to grasp.As I neared the door, a sudden weight bore down on my arms, a force pulling me back with unexpected strength. "What are you doing?" I demanded, my voice tinged with anger as I turned to face Allis
Returning home after a prolonged absence, I sank into the comforting embrace of the living room couch, the familiar surroundings enveloping me. Memories flooded my mind as I reflected on the life I once shared with Charlotte, a time filled with joy and love. Yet, amidst the reminiscing, a pang of regret pierced my heart as I acknowledged a rift that had torn us apart. "It's all my fault," I admitted to myself in a hushed tone, my confession hanging heavy in the air.As I gazed into the empty space before me, a bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of my lips, memories of our days together playing like a movie in my mind. The laughter, the shared dreams, the moments of intimacy - all now tinged with loss and longing. "I still love her," I whispered to the silent room, the words echoing softly in the stillness.The flickering light of the setting sun cast a warm glow through the window, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. Shadows danced across the walls, mirroring the turbule
I needed to speak to Charlotte, to address the heartache that was so clearly etched on her face. Allison's voice escalated, slicing through the hum of the supermarket with a sharpness that made me flinch. "How can you leave us here for a barren woman!" she exclaimed, her words loaded with an accusation that reverberated down the aisles.Her declaration stopped me cold. I spun around, facing her, my shock mirrored in the eyes of the onlookers who had overheard. "What's your problem, Allison? How could you say that?" I demanded, my voice a cocktail of disbelief and anger.The air between us crackled with tension, shoppers pausing in their tracks to witness the drama. Allison's face was set, her eyes unyielding as she spat back, "That's what she is."But I couldn't stand there, couldn't digest the cruelty in her words or the scene we were causing. I muttered to myself, "I don't have time for this," my mind racing with the need to find Charlotte, to apologize, to make things right.Witho
The revelation was like a cold wave crashing down upon me, chilling and unrelenting. The words swirled in my head, a chaotic symphony that refused to settle into any coherent melody. It was a reality I had never anticipated, one where the man I had poured my heart into could turn and give a piece of himself to the woman who had upended my life. It was a bitter pill, laced with the poison of betrayal, and it forced an unwelcome epiphany upon me. Dylan's affection, it seemed, had been nothing but a masquerade.With a heavy heart and thoughts racing, I murmured to myself, still reeling from shock, "This doesn't make any sense... or perhaps, now it does. Dylan never truly loved me. It was all pretense."My voice was barely a whisper, a feeble attempt to console my breaking heart. The room was thick with tension, a silent witness to the drama unfolding.Then, as if on cue, Allison lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her lips curled into a smile, a sickeningly sweet expression that felt like a da