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.
Her head snapped to one side before turning back to him, her glare as sharp as ever.Reid sat on the bed with the bowl of hot soup cradled carefully in both hands. He took another obedient sip, then another, his eyes flickering up to the furious woman standing over him every few seconds.Her arms remained crossed tightly over her chest.She didn't say a word.The silence was somehow more terrifying than the yelling.When he finally emptied the bowl, he lowered it carefully onto his lap.Jacintha stretched out her hand.“I hope you finished every drop.”“Yes, ma'am.”She took the empty bowl from him without another word.“Good.”“Now get some rest. And leave my house first thing tomorrow morning.”Reid let out a quiet breath.“Yes, ma'am.”He eased himself farther onto the bed, pulling the blankets over his shoulders before lying on his side, facing her.The moment his head touched the pillow, another violent shiver ran through him.His teeth clicked together.His breathing came out sl
She rushed forward and caught him.Her arms went around his back. His skin was ice. So cold it shocked her, even though she had known, she had known—he would be cold. But she had stupidly hoped he would be fine. The way he shivered, it almost ran that ran through her body. Heck, he was so cold.Some of the maids stepped forward. Hands reached out, ready to help, ready“No.”The word came out sharper than she intended. The maids froze.“Someone prepare hot soup,” Jacintha said, still holding Reid protectively. “Bring it upstairs. To his room.”She shifted his weight against her. He was heavy—heavier than she remembered. But she didn't let go. She wouldn't.“Which room, Ma'am?” someone asked.“The blue room. The one at the end of the hall.” She paused. “And turn on the heater before we get there.”Then she began to walk.The stairs were the hardest part.Reid couldn't lift his feet properly. He stumbled on the first step, then the third, then the fifth. Each time, Jacintha caught him.
Jacintha didn't remember going out of her room.One moment she was standing in the middle of her room, trembling, one hand pressed over her mouth. The next, she was through the door and flying down the hallway, her robe flowing behind her.The stairs appeared beneath her feet before she registered taking them. She moved fast, too fast for to check how many steps she took at a time. Her hand slid along the banister, cold wood against her palm. Even the banister knew how cold it was outside. She took the last four steps in a single breathless rush.The maids were still gathered at the living room windows. They were speaking in hushed, worried whispers. Their backs were turned, their foreheads nearly pressed to the glass. They were so engrossed, by watching the man outside kneeling in the storm that not a single head turned when their mistress flew down the stairs behind them.Jacintha didn't notice them either. Her eyes were fixed on the kitchen door. She turned left, feet almost float
Reid's body had stopped feeling the cold around the ninety-minute mark. That was when the shivering stopped and something worse took its place—a numbness that spread from his fingers up his arms, from his knees up his thighs. His skin was pale and wrinkled, pruned by the endless water. His hair clung to his forehead. His eyes burned. But his mind was clear. Clearer than it had been in years. He thought about the first time he saw Jacintha. Not the wedding—he barely remembered the wedding. The first time. A garden party. She had been laughing at something someone said, head thrown back, sunlight catching the edges of her hair. He had thought, She'll do. Not She's beautiful. Not I want to know her. She'll do. He thought about the look on her face when she realized he didn't love her. Not all at once—it hadn't been a single moment. It had been a thousand small moments. A thousand small deaths. The way her smiles became smaller. The way she stopped reaching for his hand. The wa
The rain had stopped being rain two hours ago. Now it was a solid wall of water, falling with the kind of violence that threatened to break down every house. Jacintha lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She had counted every crack in the plaster. Every shadow cast by the single lamp she left on. She repeated every lie she told herself in the past two hours. I don't care where he goes.Her own words echoed back at her, mocking.She turned onto her side. Then her stomach. Then her back again. The sheets twisted around her legs, making her further uncomfortable.Sleep in the gutters for all I care.She pressed her palm against her forehead. Her skin was warm. Too warm. Despite the heavy rain, despite the cold, she was sweating. Not sweating from the adjusted room temperature but from worry. Thunder rolled across the sky, low and growling. The window rattled in its frame.She turned again.The thousandth time. Maybe the thousandth and first.Her window faced the compound.She knew
“You want to know what I would do?” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. Then he sighed, tilting his head ever so slightly. “Gosh, Jacintha. You will be the death of me.”Jacintha squinted her nose and eyed him from head to toe, “Get out.” She seethed. The wind whistled outside, cold wind blew across the room. He glanced at the window.“Are Vida's windows closed? She might be feeling cold.”“Don't change the topic.” She scoffed as she stepped forward. Her fingers closed around his wrist before he could step back.Firm. Not gentle.Reid looked down at her hand, then up at her face.“Are you cold? Do you want a hug?” He asked jokily. She didn’t answer. Her eyes locked with his as she pulled him closer. “You.” Her eyebrows went up.“Just follow me, okay?” An obvious fake smile spread across her face.He stumbled a half-step forward, more out of surprise than resistance, catching himself with an exhale that almost became a laugh. “Jacintha—”She turned, dragging him with her out of the







