LOGINHours later, Navie's eyes flickered open.
When Navie woke, the ceiling above her was blindingly white, the sterile scent of antiseptic heavy in the air. Her vision blurred as she adjusted to her environment, then she suddenly recalled her babies. She tried to sit up, but a sharp ache in her abdomen forced her back down. The nurse adjusting her drip quickly assisted her back down.
Her lips trembled. “My babies… where are my babies?”
The nurse's eyes lowered to the floor and she stepped back, she glanced at her colleague. The door opened, another person in white coat joined them. The doctor was carrying a chart.
The doctor, standing at the foot of her bed, hesitated. His shoulders sagged as though the words themselves weighed him down.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Mrs Andros. The children didn’t survive, the labour was rushed and complicated. You were not due when you went into labour”.
The room spun. Her arms reached instinctively to her stomach, tears stung her vision.
“Y–You're joking right?", she sobbed, her lips trembling.
“Two of them? My babies?”.
“You are lying”. She suddenly snapped. She could have sworn she heard them cry. She had a C-section but yet she knew she heard her babies cry.
“I heard them! I heard my children!”, she yelled and say up on the bed. The doctor took a step back, frightened.
“Hold her, quick!”. But Navie was faster, she removed the needles attached to her in a frenzy and jumped off the bed but two nurses tackled her down. She felt a cold object pierce her neck and sleep took over her system.
When she woke up, she was still in the hospital. A sob ripped through her chest, but no sound came out, just raw pain. Tears streamed down her face.
“I'm sorry, Mrs Andros”, the doctor replied solemnly. The doctor gestured to the nurses and they all left the ward.
She suddenly felt Reid's absence more than ever, she wished he was by her side now, consoling her for the loss of their children, but instead he must probably....with Bianca.
She clutched her shirt and cried silently,
But now, he was gone.
Her body shook with grief. The babies she had so awaited for so long, she didn't even hear them cry.
Her mother died recently and a husband who loved her so little, he could not even wait to see her when she opened her eyes.
Meanwhile, Bianca was already panicking, she abandoned Navie in the parking lot, it was too late before she remembered there were CCTV cameras that captured the scene. She didn't know what they would do to her if they learnt she abandoned Navie in the parking lot. She bit her fingers as she paced up and down her room. She wished Navie passed away and her babies shouldn't survive either. Her phone beeped, she quickly rushed to it. She read the text message.
-I HAVE TAKEN CARE OF THE FOOTAGE.
She sighed in relief and sat on her bed. The phone rang again, she ran to it immediately picking it up with shaky fingers.
She sighed in relief when she heard the news.
“But how come she survived?”, the call ended.
“What a rude brat, I paid her money and she dared hang up on me”, she hissed.
“Well. Let's go pay our new mommy a visit”, she grabbed her coat and stepped out with a vicious smile.
When she reached the hospital, she met Estelle in the lobby. She rolled her eyes. Why did she have to be here right now.
Estelle frowned, what is that snake doing here. She walked up to her in an instant.
“And what do you think you are doing here?”,
“What else? I just want to console Navie”, she replied with a sassy tone, rolling her eyes.
“She has her family to do that. You can leave”, Estelle clapped back in a stern tone.
Bianca scoffed, “You can't just kick me out”.
“Oh yes I can, wanna find out?”, Estelle raised an eyebrow, asking Bianca to dare her.
“Fine!”, Bianca yelled, stamping her foot. She turned sharply, casted a glare at Estelle before stomping away in anger.
The door opened slowly, Navie turned to look at who entered. When she saw the guest, she burst into tears loudly. Estelle rushed to her side and hugged her.
“Shhh. It's okay. It's alright”, Estelle patted her back, blinking back tears.
Days later, Navie was discharged.
The mansion felt colder than before, large, empty, lifeless. She wandered through the halls like a ghost, the silence pressing against her chest.
Everywhere she looked, she saw ghosts. Her mother’s smile, her baby's cries when it was born. She doesn't even know the gender of her baby. She would sit in the nursery for hours, crying and sitting by herself. The nursery suddenly felt too loud. It also felt too silent. the nursery that would never be used.
Navie lay on the bed. It has been a week since she had been discharged. Everything had happened just too soon for her to comprehend. She spent a month in the hospital before locking herself in her room for a week.
As if her mother's death was not enough, she gave birth to twins and lost them. Her husband's betrayal only added insult to injury. The maid behind her have been standing for more minutes she didn't know of. They have brought her food again but she was too pained to eat. Bella had travelled with her family. Reid was nowhere to be found. Well, he must be probably with Bianca. Suddenly it occurred to her, did he ever care about the baby he paid attention to her for? Now that the baby was gone, naturally he might not even talk to her again.
Tears stung her eyes, but she bit them back. When the maids left, the silence was suffocating. She turned to lie on her side away from the door.
Estelle was right, Bianca is a snake. She shouldn't have trusted her.
She closed her eyes and made a decision.
I will do it. This is for my peace.
Clutching her bag tighter, she staggered back into the street. Suddenly the world became to blur, the cars zoomed too fast. The noise and chatter dimmed in the background, everywhere went blurry. Someone bumped into her. She saw them, their faces were blurred.“What's with her”,“She must be homeless, look at her dress”, their voices sounded miles away. She held her head as a piercing high pitched frequency rang in her head. She closed her eyes trying to forget it all. Trying to find herself in the midst of the storm in her mind. She staggered into the road, her entire body was shaking from fear. She did not see the car until it was too late. The last thing she saw was the blinding headlights of the car.The car's tires screeched loudly after hitting her. A man leapt out immediately followed by his driver. Jayden Dela Torre's heart stopped at the sight of the frail woman lying in the road unconscious, a baby wailing in her arms. He rushed to the woman and checked her, she was soaked
She sat up on the bed and opened the drawer beside her bed, taking out a paper. George was absent yet he sent a package to her, when she opened it, she was shocked and quickly hid it back. But now she's made up her mind. She rubbed an hand over her eyes to clear her vision. She sniffed and read the contents of the paper over and over again. After thirty minutes, the door opened again, she smelled the familiar cologne that she knew too well, she has requested to see him. Navie couldn't believe she was requesting to see her own husband in their home.Reid stopped at the door, he hesitated to touch the knob. With shaky hands, he summoned courage and entered the room. The room smelt of depression. A tiny figure sat on the bed, hair covering her face. She was holding a paper and staring at it intently. It's been a month since they lost their baby, Reid still felt the guilt, out of nowhere he felt he was responsible for it but he doesn't know how. He remembered the day she woke up in the h
Hours later, Navie's eyes flickered open. When Navie woke, the ceiling above her was blindingly white, the sterile scent of antiseptic heavy in the air. Her vision blurred as she adjusted to her environment, then she suddenly recalled her babies. She tried to sit up, but a sharp ache in her abdomen forced her back down. The nurse adjusting her drip quickly assisted her back down.Her lips trembled. “My babies… where are my babies?”The nurse's eyes lowered to the floor and she stepped back, she glanced at her colleague. The door opened, another person in white coat joined them. The doctor was carrying a chart. The doctor, standing at the foot of her bed, hesitated. His shoulders sagged as though the words themselves weighed him down. “I’m… I’m sorry, Mrs Andros. The children didn’t survive, the labour was rushed and complicated. You were not due when you went into labour”. The room spun. Her arms reached instinctively to her stomach, tears stung her vision.“Y–You're joking right?
Navie stood her hands holding her swollen belly. The air was heavy with the scent of lilies and the faint hum of people, paying their respects. Her mother’s casket rested before her, draped in pristine white, and her heart ached as if a part of her had been ripped away.Reid stood beside her, hands clasped stiffly in front of him. He looked the part of a grieving husband but inside, every fiber of him resisted. He only come because her mother’s death would’ve made headlines if he didn't. Because the press would have given him a hard time. ,”Reid Andros didn’t stand beside his grieving wife.”He had a company to inherit, and his public image mattered a lot right now. He had never loved Navie. His father had forced this marriage upon him, he planned to make her bear his heir. That heir was the only thing he truly cared about; once he secured his father’s company, the divorce would follow.His eyes, stormy and unreadable, flicked toward Navie as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchi
Navie turned back to the table, her gaze fixed on the food before her. Marissa sighed, looking at Navie's reaction. She turned to George. But George was already glaring at his son. Noticing everyone's gaze, Reid removed her hand from his and went to his seat beside Navie. Bianca followed suit.“Stop right there”, George ordered. Reid stopped short in his tracks, he took his hand away from the chair he pulled out for himself.“Why's she here”, he questioned, his voice raw with displeasure. “Bianca is like family Dad”, Reid replied flatly. “Family?!”, Estelle cut in. Daniel scoffed and held his wife's hand under the table. She might lash out at her brother and ruin the family dinner, not that Reid had not attempted to ruin it anyways. “Tsk Tsk”, Marissa shook her head and turned her attention to her food. She began to cut through her steak.“Kids these days, some of them even go after married men. How shameless”, Marissa took a bite out of her steak and munched on it nonchalantly.
A sound from inside made her turn. Reid was standing by the glass doors, holding a thick, cashmere wrapper. He had changed into dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked tired and exhausted, she wondered it must have been a long day for him. Navie admired her husband once more, he was devastatingly handsome. She felt lucky he was hers, yet she felt trapped.He didn't say anything. He simply stepped forward and draped the wrapper around her shoulders. But his fingers, for a fleeting second, brushed against the skin of her neck. His cologne filled her nostrils, he smelled wonderful. "You'll catch a cold," he stated, his voice low.The cashmere was soft and heavy, instantly trapping her body heat. It smelled faintly of his cologne. The simple act of care was so heartwarming it stole her breath. "I'm fine," she managed, her voice barely a whisper.He stood beside her, not looking at her, but at the glowing city line below them. The silence be







