Semua Bab Deadly obsession : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Sophia’s POVThe house remained silent yet lacked any sense of tranquility. An oppressive heaviness filled the air which seemed to press upon me while I moved through the dimly lit hallway. The grand clock's soft ticking in the foyer filled the silence reminding me that time slipped away dragging me towards an uncertain future.My fingers clenched the blanket tighter while I walked toward my mother's room, my bare feet pressing against the cool marble floors. My nightly routine had evolved to include checking on her to ensure she remained comfortable and hadn't awakened in pain.An unexplainable dissonance permeated the evening's atmosphere.Throughout the entire day she remained feeble, scarcely engaging with the meals I presented before her. Her skin displayed an unusual pallor while her lips appeared dry and cracked. Whenever she communicated, her voice carried an abyssal fatigue that twisted my stomach into knots of discomfort. Earlier she directed a smile toward me while dismissi

The truth unveiledSophia’s POVTime became an indistinct haze as each day slipped away beyond my grasp like elusive sand grains. Every morning I awoke with the desire for change—that my mother would welcome me with her usual warm, vibrant energy. The passage of time transformed initial hope into a crumbled state which then gave way to an unshakable sense of dread.It began with subtlety.Her energy dwindled faster than before yet she dismissed her weariness with a gentle laugh and an effortless hand wave. "It’s just the pregnancy, sweetheart,” she would say, as though those words might soothe the relentless worry that clawed at my chest.The nausea emerged as a remorseless and unforgiving force. Initially I accepted her claim of morning sickness as truth. The symptoms of morning sickness failed to extend throughout the entire day. The color remained in her face which paradoxically did not make her appear strong and healthy. She experienced no wince during sudden movements while she h

Sophia’s POVThe hospital air carried a heavy mix of antiseptic sterilization and an overwhelming suffocating dread. As I paced the waiting room my fingers trembled while the cold tiles beneath my feet provided just enough grounding to prevent me from collapsing. The overhead fluorescent lights wavered intermittently creating an unsettling dreamscape from which I could not escape.My mother existed beyond those sealed barriers. My mother who had smiled just yesterday despite her pain was now fighting for her life. I encircled myself with my own arms attempting to maintain my cohesion while feeling an internal disintegration that continued to unfold.Alexander stood beside me his presence a solid wall of silent strength. Since our arrival he remained beside me without departure yet his words were few. Periodically his stare would settle upon me yet my eyes refused to meet his. If I did I might break.The door finally swung open and the doctor stepped out his expression grim. My heart c

Sophia’s POVTime stretched into infinite expanses within the hospital's walls. The walls maintained a permanent whiteness while the air remained unnaturally sterile beyond clean yet paradoxically suffocating. An unnatural mechanical rhythm invaded the silence as machines beeped relentlessly, marking each passing second as a stolen moment from both our lives.My hands clutched the thin hospital blanket while I sat beside my mother's bed attempting to anchor myself to her in a desperate bid to prevent her from slipping away. Her appearance diminished to an even smaller stature now, presenting a fragility that caused an ache in my chest. The shadows beneath her eyes grew darker while her skin turned into a sickly pale shade that appeared almost see-through. The aspect that nauseated me most was the emergence of red spots which now defaced her arms. The entity appears small and furious while exhibiting unnatural characteristics.Cancer.Within my mind the word resounded with relentless h

Sophia’s POVThe mansion transformed into a chaotic hub of frenetic movements and activities. A procession of florists continually entered and exited the space while they positioned refined displays of white roses and gold orchids into every available nook. Table placement disputes consumed event planners while stylists darted between rooms with designer gowns and accessory selections for the engagement party. The air buzzed with excitement the kind that should have filled me with anticipation. My existence transformed into a disjointed spectacle where I observed my life as a distant bystander amidst tumultuous disorder.I positioned myself before the expansive sitting room window while I supported my baby bump and looked out over the extensive estate grounds. Beyond the gardens, an assortment of photographers loitered by the gates in their relentless quest to capture images of Jack and me. Following the engagement announcement media outlets pursued the story without pause as they exp