ANMELDENUncle?
I turned my head to face Trent; it was at that moment that I saw the resemblance.
Those shining green eyes.
My gaze went back to my new stranger, and his smile grew even wider before he turned to Trent, and his smile vanished, as if it had never been there.
“Hello, Nephew.”
“Don’t call me that. What are you doing with my wife?” As he said that, his fingers dug into my waist, causing me to wince.
I wanted to say something, but then Trent gave me a glare, causing me to lower my head. I shrank inside because I knew right now it was best to remain silent.
“Well, I don’t think I have to tell you.” His uncle chuckled, “And she won’t be your wife in five months, so remember that.”
I could already feel Trent’s anger beside me, and I was slightly happy; he felt that way.
Now, he would have a taste of his own medicine.
“And by the way, my name is Sebastian. You can ask your husband more about me.” After saying that, he turned to leave.
He was a good distance away when I turned to Trent. “Trent, you are hurting me,” I said, holding his fingers that were digging into my waist.
He looked dazed for a moment before speaking. “Sorry,” He said, removing his fingers and taking hold of my wrist before he pulled me out of the hall.
“We are leaving.”
I wanted to ask what had happened, but thinking back to the previous times I had asked him about work. He had shut me down.
It was best to let him deal with it by himself.
The car stopped in front of the mansion.
“Get down. I won’t be coming back home until tomorrow night.” He said, not bothering to look at me.
I sighed, “Are you going to Bella?” A big part of me hoped he wasn’t, and a smaller part of me wanted him to lie even if he was.
I had already gone through so much in the past days, and I was mentally tired.
“Yes.” He said, and I stepped out of the vehicle.
“Good night,” I uttered, without turning back, and walked into the mansion
On the bright side, I didn’t need to lie to anyone about my whereabouts tomorrow.
Morning came, and just like he had said, Trent never came back home.
After checking my email today, I saw the interview was pushed to midday, and I was glad.
Now I could go for the doctor’s appointment, and ace my interview after this.
“This is your first Pregnancy, Mrs—”
“Just call me Camilla,” I answered, cutting the doctor short.
“Okay. Miss Camilla. This is your first pregnancy, and so far there haven’t been any complications, but due to your underlying hypertensive conditions, you’d need to take care of your blood pressure.” The doctor said, and my throat was heavy.
The hypertension was a result of my marriage, and so many nights that I stayed up late, thinking about how I could please my husband.
“Watch your salt intake, no heavy-duty tasks, and minimal exercise. If your blood pressure spikes up, then it could affect your child.” The doctor explained.
I simply nodded my head in response. Working as a house manager wouldn’t take so much from me, so I could definitely handle it
By the time we were done with all the registrations, check-ups, and tests, it was half past eleven.
I stood outside the hospital, waiting for a taxi, and I was just about to stop one, when something appeared out of the corner of my eye.
A car swerved to the wrong side of the road, and the next thing I heard was a heavy hit into my side, followed by a loud crash, followed by a ringing sound.
My vision blurred, and pain ripped through my throat.
I felt the wetness of blood between my legs, and fear squeezed my heart.
“No! Not my baby.” Tears ran down my eyes. I didn’t know if it was the adrenaline at the moment, but all the pain had vanished while I lay nearly broken on the floor.
The nurses rushed out, and sirens filled my ears.
“It’s so painful.” I cried out, gripping onto the shirt of a nurse, blood staining her attire.
Despite the pain, I could only think of the survival of my baby.
Moments later, I opened my eyes and instantly ignored the banging migraine when I saw the doctor.
“Hey! My baby. Is she alive?” I rose up from my position, wanting to come out of the bed,
Everything still looked blurry, but it wasn’t my concern.
“Miss Camilla. It wasn’t a bad accident, but the car hit the side of your waist. Your husband isn’t around; I should have told him all of this.” I heard the regret in the doctor’s voice, and I wanted to lose my senses.
Tears fell down my eyes before I could form the next thought.
She must have been moved by the tears, because she gave me my bag. “Your baby is alive, Miss Camilla. But you need a blood transfusion immediately, or we might lose the child. “
No. Not my child. Why was this happening to me? I need my phone. I need to call Trent.
Different thoughts filled my head as I took out my phone.
My fingers typed out Trent’s number, and the call connected.
“Trent, please, I need you. I had an accident, and I might lose the child; the doctor said we need a blood donor immediately.” My voice came out, broken by my sobs.
At first there was a loud pause, and then a chilling laughter came from the other side.
“Good riddance. I’m sorry, Camilla, but your child is better off dead. Trent is busy making lunch for me. We had a very long night.”
And the call disconnected. My heart shattered. I tried calling again, hoping Trent would pick up this time, but after five calls, it never connected.
“What do I do now?” I bit down on my lips as my mind raced, then a thought appeared in my head.
I dug into my bag and brought out the card.
The call instantly connected.
“Camilla. What’s wrong?” His voice instantly brought a sense of relief.
“Sebastian. I
need your help, or I might lose my pregnancy. I don’t want to lose it.”
“Send me your location. I’d be there.”
The next day, I went to bring Mom from the hospital to her house. The car was quiet. Sebastian drove me to the hospital. He didn’t put on music. He didn’t ask questions. I sat with my arms around myself. Tired. So tired it felt like my bones were heavy. He noticed. “Camilla,” he said softly. “You look worried.” I shook my head. “Nothing.” “Nothing,” he repeated. He stopped the car then turned to me. “You know that you can actually tell me anything. I’m always willing to listen.”I stared out the window. I have alot of things to say and I can't keep it, anymore.I was done pretending. “Why are you this nice to me?” I asked. My voice was small. Sebastian smiled a little. “Because I’m a nice guy.” “That’s not an answer,” I said. He sighed. “Okay. Because you deserve someone to be nice to you. Because you’ve been carrying too much alone. Because...” He trailed off. “Because I can’t stand seeing you hurt.” I looked down at my hands. The wedding ring felt cold.
The silence after my shout was louder than the music. Bella was the first to move. She slid off Trent’s lap like she’d been waiting for this. Wine glass still in her hand. Her eyes widened over me, like she wanted war.For one second, Trent didn’t say anything. He just stared at me. Jaw tight. Wine in his hand halfway to his mouth as he’d frozen. Then Bella stood in front of me and slapped me on my cheek.My cheek burned. My head snapped to the side. Looked at her in anger. “Why would you raise your voice at your husband because of that old fool who's supposed to be dead already?” Bella hissed. “Don’t you have manners?” I touched my cheek. My ears were ringing. She stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell the wine on her breath. “Since you don’t have manners, I will teach you.” Something hot exploded in my chest. Four years of her laughing and mockery. Of her in his bed, Of her sitting in my house controlling me like a maid because Trent supported her. M
I didn’t go home. Sebastian drove me straight from St. Mary’s to the penthouse . He didn’task questions. He just unlocked the guest room, set the bagels and clothes on the bed, and said, _“Rest,my dear. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”_ I slept for 5hours. When I woke up, my phone had 2 messages from Sabastian. “Are you awake now?”_ The next message was after 8 minutes “what would you like to eat?” seeing his message, I smiled because I knew he was waiting for me to wake up and eat something. I replied the message “Yes, I am awake now, I would like to eat rice and stewed beef and salad.”He replied immediately “Okay dear, your food will be l served in 20mintues.” I was blushing forgetting, I am still married to that horrible guy Trent.After some minutes Sabastian brought the food to the guest room,he sat and watch me eat, when I was almost done, he asked “I was really worried about you that night,what really happened?”I was not ready to explain anything to Sabas
St. Mary’s Hospital smelled like disinfectant at 11:10 PM. Camilla arrived so quickly. She ran from the curb to the ER doors; she was breathing heavily. Her hair was scattered; she was covered in sweat. She didn’t even notice; all she cared about was her mother surviving.“Mrs. Vaughn, the nurse at reception looked up. “We’ve been waiting for you. Your mother is in pre-op. OR 5. Dr. Reyes is with her. We have given her something that can sustain her for a short period of time before the surgery.”Camilla nodded. Her throat was dry, and she was in so much shock and fear to speak. She walked slowly to pre-op, OR 5. She saw her mother on the bed, still unconscious, and Dr.Reyes injecting something in hinto mum's drip. She went straight to her mother, held her cold hands, and tears rolled down her eyes.Dr. Reyes looked at Camilla with pity.“She will be fine, yo; just have to pay the deposit needed for surgery,$50,000, so we can start the surgery immediately.”She looked at the doctor
Trent went to the living room. Lights off. Only the city glowed through the windows. Same green shirt from this morning. Whiskey in his hand. He hadn’t moved. “Where were we going to tell me?” he asked. Camilla dropped her bag. Her hands were shaking. “I was still thinking about it because you were against anything that makes me happy.”“Is that your excuse?” Trent repeated. He stood up. “At 10 PM. In my uncle’s house.” He looked at the time on his phone.“Yes,” Camilla said. She was too tired to lie. “We had dinner. Then he drove me home.”Trent laughed. Once. Ugly. “Dinner. A ride. How nice, you are flirting with my uncle, and you're using work as an excuse. If it was just work, why didn't you tell me?”“Trent, please Don’t,” Camilla said. “Don’t what? You are still married to me, remember?” Trent stepped closer. “ I shouldn't ask? You’ve been working for him for 3 weeks, and you didn’t tell me, Camilla, 3 weeks-.”“That doesn't give you the right to accuse me of something
Luckily for her, when she got home, Trent had not come back. Then she plugged in her phone and saw the message he sent. I am not coming back tonight,” she said, smiling. Good for me.”Three weeks later.Sebastian hosted another dinner because their company signed a big contract. The dinner was successful, and everyone enjoyed it just like the last time; this one was even better.The rumor started at the Everyone was talking about how delicious the meal was.Camilla didn’t hear it until 8 PM, when she was already in Sebastian’s kitchen, reviewing invoices for the estate. Mrs. Leland’s is a business partner with Trent too, so she told him about the dinner just to compliment his wife, not knowing that Trent never knew about his wife.“Mr.Voughn, your wife is so gifted; she is a good cook, she knows how to organize an event properly, and she is very hardworking, please my regards to her.”At home, Camilla, the housekeeper, called _“Is it true you’re working for Mr. Rich now? Mrs. Lelan







