STRONG PEOPLE DON'T QUIT

Chloe’s POV 

It has been five years, five years after that brutal experience with Lyon and Sherry. It was that day that I made the decision that I had to start living for myself, I had to be happy and not try to make others feel happy.

I even left the car at Lyon's mansion that day since he was the one that bought it, I didn't want to have anything to do with him or his items so I took the town's bus.

I was headed to my Mom's place when the bus was involved in an accident.

“How much more pain do I have to face in one day?”

 

I muttered to myself while being rushed to the hospital, tears rolled down my cheek with the pain of the betrayal still lingering in my heart.

For me, it was like I had lost everything and I had no reason to be alive. I wanted to end my life, but once I was at the hospital, it was different from what I was told.

“Ma'am, although your injury is deep I am afraid that you will have to endure the pain while we go ahead and stitch up the wounds.”

The doctor informed me while I lay on the patient's bed, my eyes trailed off at her and stopped right at the nurse next to him as I wondered why they would put me through so much pain when they could just give me an analgesic.

“Can't you use some sort of analgesic to ease the pain?” I suggested, wondering why she hadn't thought about that in the first place which had prompted me to suggest that to her, but she shook her head with a polite smile on her face.

“I understand ma, how this might be for you, but we are trying to be careful here and not endanger the life of your baby!”

She politely explained but I widened my gaze at her, confusion set in.

“Baby? What are you talking about?” I narrowed my gaze blankly at her, yet she seemed perplexed. 

The doctor turned to stare at the nurse next to her whose gaze widened at me in confusion as they both exchanged a look.

“You are eight weeks pregnant and since the fetus is still tender, it is not advisable for analgesic to be used on you”

She explained after a moment of staring blankly at me.

“Pregnant, that is not possible!” I lamented in disbelief with my eyes wide open, I had been in the same hospital on that day the accident had occurred, how could they look me in the eyes after running my life and marriage and tell me that I was pregnant?

The doctor turned to the nurse who handed my files over to her, she curiously glanced at the file before she turned to me with a warm smile on her face.

“Oh, seems like there was a misunderstanding with the report but from the look of your files, it was sent over to you, I mean the real pregnancy report”

“So you are saying that I am pregnant?” A sore expression crept through my face as I stared into blank space, there were mixed feelings inside of me.

I knew that I should be happy, this was all that I had ever wanted, yet I could not tell why I felt sore at that moment especially knowing that I could not share this good news with Lyon.

“Yes, you are eight weeks pregnant and from the look of the ultrasound, it seems like two fetuses you are carrying.”

She announced again, a warm smile filling her face, that smile was meant to warm my heart and make me happy about the kids I was carrying.

But I had just signed a divorce document, I was homeless with no job and two babies on their way, there was no way that anyone would be happy about such news.

But standing right at the airport as I thought about what my life looked like years ago, a smirk deepened on my lips.

I had worked hard with pregnancy, working several jobs together, and I needed money to start my own business, I had always wanted to be a designer but Lyon had always talked me out of it saying it was of no essence since he provided me with everything that I needed.

Thinking about it, I did not object to it, I just went along with this idea even though I knew that it wasn't the best for me.

But I pulled through, I was able to start up my dream as a designer, gave birth to my twin and now we all stood at the airport ready to go back to that place which once brought me nothing but pain and sorrow.

“Mom! Once we go back, do we get to see Daddy?”  Penny who took most of my features asked, her tiny voice was sharp and whenever she wanted something, she never gave up on it.

“Why do you bother asking, or have you forgotten that Mom told us that we have no daddy and we don't need him.”

Her brother Ryan reminded her. Although he took over most of Lyon's features, he was calm, he was the intelligent one.

Even at his age, Ryan could tell when I was sad and he never bothered me with questions that might only sore my mood the more.

“Don't worry guys, there is so much you are going to explore.”

I reminded them with a smile, but deep down within me, I was filled with pain and resentment. It had been five years but the memory of that fateful day never left me.

Seeing my best friend in the arms of my husband and being reminded of my imperfection, forced to raise two kids on my own, but now that I am back, I am going to make them pay for everything that they did to me and they are never going to see it coming.

To be continued!