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Fragments of What was Lost
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2025-09-03 11:17:16Emily’s Point of view
The applause thundered through the hospital’s new glass atrium, bouncing against the polished marble floors and gleaming chandeliers. For a moment, I simply stood there, smiling as though the world belonged to me, though my heart felt strangely detached. My words had just poured out like a storm about rebirth, healing, and how this hospital would rise from its ashes to serve the forgotten again.But deep down, I was not celebrating. I was hunting.I let my gaze sweep across the crowd, past the endless rows of doctors in crisp coats and nurses in pressed uniforms, past the journalists and flashing cameras, until my eyes landed on something or rather, someone that made my heart freeze mid-beat.At the far side of the hall, beside the refreshment table, stood Nurse Nancy. She looked softer than I remembered, her once weary eyes now lined with something like cautious hope. And beside her .Two girls.
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BENEATH HER ASHES A mother's Panic
Nurse Nancy Point of ViewThe hospital walls were too white. Too bright. Too quiet for a place holding my worst nightmare. I come to work everyday but these corridors have never been this long and quite . It feels different than when I am here as an employee .I hardly slept for more than an hour . Sleep came in fragments, half-thoughts, sudden jerks, cold sweats but never fully. My body sat on a hospital bench, but my mind stood beside Jane’s hospital bed, over and over watching the monitors beep with cruel calmness while her chest struggled for air .Primrose slept curled beside me on the cold bench, a yellow blanket wrapped around her like a cocoon. Every few minutes I would pull the edges of the blanket higher, stroke her hair, and pray Jane would not die. I was a mother first, a nurse second but right now, both parts of me were falling apart .Nurses and doctors came in and out of the ICU room fast, focused, whispering. None of them said a word to me. Every time I approached, th
BENEATH HER ASHES Her Son My Claim
Delilah Point of ViewI did not sleep a wink last night . Sleep was a thin, guilty thing that slid over my eyes for minutes at a time and left me hollow when it slipped away. It left me wrapped around insomnia’s arms . In the dark my mind replayed the dining room: Jackson’s apologetic stance, Emily’s calm smile, the way Jackson Junior reached for her hand like someone who had always known her. The line he casual though in that he wishes Amara was Jackson Junior’s mother kept looping through my head until it felt like a pulse in my heart.“I wish you were Jackson Junior’s mother instead of Delilah.”It sounded like a verdict. Like a knife. I forced myself to leave my room only after I was sure Jackson had left the house because there was no appetite for another argument, no strength to be yelled at or humiliated again. I needed the morning to breathe, to gather myself. I needed the quiet to plan. There was work to be done. There was a woman to expose
BENEATH HER ASHES A cheater's move
Emily Point of View The morning light spilled softly across the room, warm and calm . It was the kind of calm that comes before a storm. I moved through my usual routine with mechanical grace, trying to silence the restlessness that still hummed beneath my skin. Ten minutes of stretching. Fifteen of yoga. Twenty of pretending that I was not thinking about my children. After a quick shower, I slipped into a silk robe and tied my hair loosely behind my head. My laptop was already waiting on the dining table beside a cup of herbal tea. I scanned through my emails , business updates, meeting requests, a dozen proposals from investors who wanted my name attached to their ambitions. But even the sharp lines of profit and numbers could not distract me from the quiet ache in my chest. As I ate breakfast : strawberries, toast, and eggs I barely tasted the food as my thoughts drifted back to the message from my pr
BENEATH HER ASHES After Dinner 2
Delilah’s Point of ViewThis night certainly did not go as planned . It was supposed to end with Emily exposed and humiliated, her lies spilling across the dining table like shattered glass. But instead, I was the one left bleeding beneath the weight of Jackson’s fury while Emily was seen as an angel . I should have known.I should have known that Jackson would defend Emily . He always defends whoever benefits him more at the time . That is who he has always been, a man of convenience not loyalty.When he stood up from that table, his jaw tight, his voice trembling with anger, I saw the end of something. Maybe the end of us forever . Or maybe just the beginning of my revenge story .He did not even look at me when he walked her to the car.He followed her out like she was the queen of this house, like I was the mistress intruding in my own home.The sound of the front door closing echoed through the mansion like a final v
BENEATH HER ASHES After dinner
Emily’s Point of ViewThe night air was cool against my skin, soft and still, like the world itself was holding its breath after what had just happened inside that mansion.I walked out of the dining room with my head high, my heart beating steady in quiet triumph. For once, I had left Delilah speechless , her confidence shattered, her perfect evening reduced to chaos.Jackson walked beside me down the marble path, his hand hovering near my lower back, a gesture that was half chivalry, half apology. His voice was low, heavy with regret.“I’m… I’m sorry about that,” he said finally. “She has been under a lot of stress lately. Delilah does not usually act like that.”I turned to him, a soft smile appearing on my lips. “It’s all right, Jackson. Thank you for inviting me to dinner. This will not affect business , don’t worry .” I respond to him , voice was calm, even warm, but inside, I was savoring every ounce of his discomfort , every
BENEATH HER ASHES The Dinner Of Truth Part 2
Delilah’s Point of View That line Jackson threw in when I entered the dining room was eating me up inside more than I could chew the food in my mouth. “I wish you were Jackson Junior’s mother instead of Delilah.” Those words replayed in my head like a cursed echo, stinging deeper every time I blinked. I tried to laugh it off, to keep my composure while the servants placed dishes before us, but the taste of betrayal was stronger than the spice on my tongue. Because the truth Jackson did not know was the truth that burned inside me . The truth was that Jackson Junior was Emily’s son. The same Emily who had the audacity to sit across from me right now, pretending to be Amara Holt. I had stolen her son the night of the fire . The same Emily who had the nerve to steal glances at my husband with a soft smile as if she were the wronged angel and I, the monster of her story. If only Jackson
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