LOGINCLAIRE
I screamed until my lungs hurt, why won't the doctor listen to me?
I struggled as I was placed on a slab in the theatre and my pleas fell on deaf ears. Jeff owns this hospital, it was owned by his mother and he had inherited it from her. In the five years of our marriage, I had only step here when he needed me to act as his wife for the camera or when his grandfather was in the country. Otherwise, I was almost not even known by the workers so my word holds no value.
The only person who could stop them was out of the country and that person was grandpa Howard.
The lights of the theatre came on and I could feel the needle injected in me.
I thought about the baby in my womb, “I'm sorry baby, I am such a useless mother, I couldn't even protect you”.
If there is anything like a second chance, I promise myself never to fall in love so easily because right now, all I could feel was regret at loving the wrong man.
I could see Jeff standing by the door watching each process, his cold gaze was the last thing I saw before I drifted into unconsciousness.
JEFF'S POV
I stood for a moment, watching the doctors work on Claire. I suddenly felt a tightness in my throat and my chest constricted painfully.
“There was no other way”. I told myself.
Irene had risked her life saving me five years ago and I had promised her that I would never allow anything to happen to her and if Claire happened to be the one to pay the sacrifice for Irene to be fine, so be it. I owe her my life.
I walked back to Irene's room and stopped short when I saw my grandfather in the room pointing angry fingers at Irene, I hurried in.
“Grandfather, what are you doing here?” I asked in surprise.
He turned towards me and before I could fully grasp what he was about to do, his hand connected with my cheek.
“How dare you do this to my daughter in-law?” He clenched out.
“How did you…” I started to ask but stopped short, rubbing my hand on my cheek. He might be old but his slap is still so hard.
“I can't let Irene die grandpa”. I replied instead and he looked at me with disappointment.
“But you can let your wife die?” He bit out.
“Irene saved me years ago and…”
“There wasn't any need for the transplant, you just allowed your wife to die for nothing”.
My eyes narrowed on him, “what do you mean grandpa?”
He shook his head in disappointment and threw a paper at me before storming out of the room.
My heart was pounding fiercely as I quickly picked it up and scanned through the lines and my stomach dropped.
I stared at Irene, “You didn't need a transplant”. I whispered and she blanched.
“How is that possible? But the doctor…” she stopped and stared at me wide-eyed, “could it be that the doctor made a wrong diagnosis?”
I paled at the possibility.
Claire!
My mind screamed, I had to save her.
I dashed towards the theatre, I needed to stop them from operating on her.
“Doctor stop! Do not operate”. I yelled as I dashed in.
I skidded to a stop when I saw the outline of a person, covered in white cloth.
No!
The surgeon shook his head, “I'm sorry Mr Anderson but it's too late. Your wife is dead”.
My grandfather stared at me with fury in his eyes, "I can't believe that I have a beast like you for a grandson, you killed her!".
A full year had passed, and the grass in the old family garden had grown thick, soft, and lush green beneath a wide checkered blanket, with the warm afternoon sunlight filtering through the leaves overhead and dancing across the grass.Claire set the last heavy dish down right in the middle of the spread, roasted chicken, warm fresh bread, and a bowl of fruit that Maya had stubbornly insisted on cutting herself that morning and she straightened with her hands on her hips, surveying the whole scene with a deep, quiet contentment that still, after everything they had survived, felt almost too good to be real."Sit," she called out warmly toward the house. "Everyone, sit, the food is getting cold!"Jeff came out first, carrying a tall stack of plates, with Adrian close on his heels carrying napkins tucked under one arm and laughing heartily at something his father had just said, walking completely without hesitation now, the old wound in his chest faded into nothing more than a faint sca
The hospital waiting room was bright, the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights shining where the family sat scattered across the cold plastic chairs in a heavy, aching silence, every eye fixed on the double doors that led back to surgery.Claire had not stopped crying since the ambulance, sitting tightly pressed against Jeff's side with her hands gripping his arm so hard her knuckles had gone stark white, and Jeff held onto her with that same desperate, trembling need while they both stared into nothing, terrified of what a doctor might say about either of their children.Across from them sat Lisa, her dress ruined and stained dark down one side where she had knelt beside Adrian in the garden grass, her hands pressed desperately over her mouth as silent tears ran steadily down her cheeks.Zane stood completely apart from all of them, having refused the chair someone offered, having turned away the paper cup of coffee, standing rigid near the far wall with his shirt still soaked throu
The grand ballroom glittered beneath a hundred small lights, servers moving fluidly through the crowd with silver trays of champagne, the low, steady hum of conversation rising and falling around massive marble columns dressed in soft white flowers.Maya stood beside her mother near the entrance, her dress catching the golden light each time she shifted, and across the room she could see Zane speaking quietly with one of his men near the bar, dressed in black, unreadable to everyone in the room except her.Adrian found them first, breathless with excitement, Lisa on his arm in deep blue silk."Can you believe it," he said, his voice trembling as he gripped Maya's hand. "Tonight is the night. Meridian is actually going to be here. The owner himself, in this very room, and by the end of the evening Anderson Corporation will have the partnership signed." He laughed, a little dazed and lightheaded with his own good fortune. "Years of hard work, Maya. Years.""I am so proud of you," Claire
Maya ran the entire way home.She didn't stop for the crosswalk light, didn't slow down when her heels caught on the uneven pavement, didn't think about anything except getting back to the house before her courage completely crumbled. By the time she walked through the gates, her chest was heaving with harsh, shallow breaths, tears blurring her vision as her makeup smeared beneath her eyes, but she didn't care about any of it.The house was deathly quiet when she stepped inside, the staff having already turned in for the evening, leaving the grand hallways lit in low, golden shadows. She glanced towards his room and noticed a single slice of light cut through the dark from beneath his door.She climbed the stairs slowly, every step heavy with everything she now knew.Her bag slipped from her shoulder along the landing and fell with a soft thud, but she left it behind without a second thought. Standing outside his door, her heart hammered against her ribs so hard it was almost deafen
Maya could not keep still.She had been restless with lots of unanswered questions.No matter how she tried, every single time she closed her eyes she saw those long, cut lines running across Zane's back, pale and dark and crossing over each other until there was hardly a single patch of smooth skin left. And she heard that boy's voice echoing in her head, over and over, Please stop. I will be good.He had not spoken a single word to her since that night. He had come down to breakfast the very next morning with his face completely composed and his hand neatly bandaged, and he had simply asked her whether she had slept before leaving for a meeting. He had not touched her, he had not explained a single thing, he had just gone right on as if the entire night had never even happened, and sitting there in the quiet house, Maya understood with a sudden, sinking clarity that he was never going to tell her.If she wanted to know the truth, she was going to have to go out and find it herself.O
The room was dark and lit only by a thin strip of moonlight that fell across the floor, and for one breathless moment Maya could not tell what she was looking at.A lamp lay smashed near the wall with glass scattered around it while the sheets on the large bed had been torn from their corners and twisted into tight knots. In the middle of all the ruined fabric Zane was thrashing, his head rolling frantically from side to side against the pillow while his hands clawed at the blankets and tears leaked from the corners of his closed eyes to run straight into his hair."Stop," he was saying as his voice cracked apart. "Please, stop. It hurts."Maya stood frozen in the doorway with her hand still glued to the handle.It was not the voice she knew because the cold, even tone he used for everything had completely vanished, and in its place was something young and terrified, the helpless voice of a small boy begging someone who would not listen. Her heart twisted so hard inside her that she p







