Chapter Three

Amelia POV

"Beep! Beep!' The sound kept echoing in my head, penetrating my sleep as I opened my eyes.

I scanned the place I was in, a white room, a machine whose sound kept penetrating my head.

I did not need anyone to tell me that I was in the hospital.

My mind raced back to the events that had happened before and the last memory of me crying and lying on the ground as rain poured heavily on me.

Someone must have brought me here then.

But who? Because I am sure I have no one to care for me.

I tried to move my legs, but pain spread through my whole body like fireworks, sharp and unforgiving.

A burning ache curled between my thighs. My breath caught. Please… please let my baby be okay.

As if on cue, a nurse walked in with a folder in her hand, her eyes soft with sympathy.

"You are finally awake," she said, and she used her hands to feel my temperature.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. I swallowed hard, my voice trembling.

"How is my baby?" I asked. She heaved a sigh.

"I am sorry, but we could not save her. Your body suffered too much pain."I shut my eyes tight, squeezing my hands as the burning, painful sensation wobbled around me.

I had lost my baby; I had lost the only thing that I had left. I wanted to cry, but tears wouldn't fall;

It seemed like my well of tears was empty, and my soul was too broken to weep. I had lost everything.

She took one last look at me and walked away.

I stayed still for a while, enjoying the silence and fighting the sad events of my life that were playing on repeat, from losing my parents to my grandma's sudden death to losing my husband, who was never mine in the first place. Silence was what I needed. However, it did not last for long.

I tried getting up and found out that my legs were chained.

Tried again but could not let go.

What the hell was happening?

"Somebody, please help," I screamed. The door opened slowly.

Daniel walked in with an evil grin on his face; he dragged the chair and placed it close to me before sitting down with his legs crossed.

"No one, dear, is coming to save you."I glared at him, anger boiling within me.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"To see your face one more time before we part ways. I want to have two long-lasting beautiful memories of you.

One, the last sex we had before I engaged Ashley that same day, you looking at me with those innocent eyes of yours, wearing my t-shirt.

You don't know how much it made me angry that you had worn the shirt that had an Ashley scent in it," he said, and stood up to pour the water that was in the glass jug.

"You are a monster!" I spat out as tears welled up in my eyes once more.

"And the second one would be this face of yours, red, swollen, broken, and angry. These are the two memories I want to hold on to.

And don't blame yourself; you are just some soft woman who thinks everyone is as gentle as you are, and believe me, I tried finding you attractive, but you are not just beautiful.

God must have been so bored when creating you that he made you so ugly and boring.

And I forgive you for wasting my time. What I don't forgive you for is trying to tarnish Ashley's reputation when you know fully well that she is a model and her reputation matters.

"And mine does not matter, or I don't have a reputation? You called me a whore! Of all the names, a whore!" I screamed, my voice getting cracked.

"But what are you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow,

"And don't call yourself my wife because I never loved you. I was never yours. So what do we call a woman who sleeps with a man that don't love her? We call her a whore"

My body shook even with intense pain that was all over me

. I turned to the other side, my eyes brimming with tears, my head banging with a sprouting headache.

After five years that was all he had to say, after sacrificing himself, my life, and cutting connections with everyone; he was here with his ex-girlfriend.

I sucked in a deep breath and wiped my face, ignoring the piercing sting of the syringe in my hands.

I could die, and nothing would happen. I turned to him.

"What do you want?" You never loved me; you used me. What do you want from me?” A stupid grin spread on his face; he shrugged and drew closer, so close that his scent filled my nostrils.

His eyes found mine; he stared at me, a glint of warmth flashing through them.

Maybe it was pity or love for old time's sake; maybe he saw the amount of pain I was passing through and wanted to tell me that it was a dream, as if he would never leave me.

“I just wanted to remind you of how pathetic and powerless you are!” He spat out, his words laced with disgust.

My heart squeezed ten times its size, as if a brick had fallen on it.

This was it.

I turned to him. "Look, I am going to get justice. I would sue you in court, and I would get a judgment. You would be paying me half of what you have. I swear I would not let you go." I paused to catch a breath and clean the stupid tears that were rolling down my face and turned to look at him.

"You are the pathetic one here! I am so happy I would be free from you; at least I would not have to have a child for a devil like you!” I screamed.

That got him; his eyes grew darker almost immediately.

He rushed to me and grabbed me by my neck.

“You should watch your mouth, Amelia. Remember that I could destroy your life if need be. I could do anything I want to do with your life, and I would be fine with it."I grabbed his hands, trying to let go, gasping for breath.

Instead, he squeezed harder. "You are forgetting that I could kill you now and nothing would happen!”I laughed, at first a small laugh, and then laughed so loud, laughing amidst the consistent coughs.

Brave of him to think I want to live. He has taken everything already.

I met his eyes, even as his hands were around my neck.

“Do it! Daniel. Kill me."He released me, throwing me back to the bed.

“I am just getting started." I would make your life as miserable as I can."He took a step back and took out his handkerchief and cleaned his hands, like my skin was some decayed fruit or food he had touched that irritated his skin.

He threw the handkerchief at me and looked me in the eye. “See you in court. By the way, just decked to give you the only thing you have left, and the second gift would be here before you can think of leaving."

I watched as he walked out of the room, looking all tall and handsome as ever.

My free hands took the handkerchief and sniffed it just a little, maybe to get comfort. I froze, the scent hitting me with nostalgia.

The handkerchief that he had thrown at me was the only thing that my grandmother held strongly even as she died.

Even as she was shot in her decorated mansion.

He just reminded me of how lonely I was, how fucked up I would be. I had nowhere to go, no phone to call, no money to even pay this freaking medical bill, and no siblings in the world.

The doctor walked in again with a blank expression on her face. "Ma, we have some news for you."I paused and turned to her, goosebumps already crawling on my skin.

“What happened?”

”During the miscarriage, a lot of things happen to women; yours would be worse because the miscarriage was a very bad one considering how fragile you were.

The fall hit at the wrong spot, so you need to be careful this next period. The chances of you having a baby again are slim, but not impossible.

I would give you drugs to take when you leave." She held my hands and whispered,

“I am so sorry” before walking away.

I lay there long after she was fine. Not knowing it, I should cry or laugh.

Daniel did not just take my baby and my dreams away; he also reduced the chances of me becoming a mother

And he gets to get away with it because he is rich.

What an unfair world. I pressed my pillow to my face and screamed out loud, so loud that I felt my lungs would burn; tears rolled down my face, my heart aching with so much pain.

I tried to brag just a little when two policemen walked in. "Ma, you are under arrest. You have been accused of forgery, defamation, impersonation, and fraud by Mr Daniel Forbes”

The kind doctor walked in and quietly removed the syringe from my hands. She shook her head. “I am so sorry, Ma." So sorry."

It all happened like a movie, the way the policemen handcuffed me easily, still in my hospital gown.

Deep down I know that Daniel meant what he said.

He would actually make my life miserable.