Mr Lee's party did not fail to surprise me. I widened my eyes at what looked like a mini casino.
“Damn,” I said, “Look over there. It looks like Mr Lee has just won a round of poker.”
Enzo followed my gaze to look at Mr Lee holding a stack of notes in victory. His eyes fell on us then and he gestured for us to come over.
“Come on, Mr DeLuca. Join us.” He said, pulling a chair beside him.
“I don’t play poker, Mr Lee.” He said.
“Ah, that’s too bad.” He clicked his tongue before looking at me. “Perhaps Miss Harper can join us?”
Cassie’s POV Everything that was running through my mind in the past one hour vanished from my head. Every qualm. Every doubt. Every fear. They were all put to rest. For I was hearing what I almost deemed impossible. “Enzo woke up.” Raymond said as he stepped toward me, his arms shaking me alive. His face revealed nothing. No happiness. No sadness. Perhaps some shock, or even concern. It made me wonder if I heard him right at all. “What?” I said. “Enzo is awake, Cassie.” He said, “Or that’s what the doctors are telling me.” “He… he woke up?” I said, “As in… he opened his eyes? He can talk? He can-” “I don’t know.” he said, impatient. “They just asked us to come to the hospital at the earliest. I think we-” That was it. That was all I needed to hear. Leaving Raymond in my office, I walked out. No, I ran. I ran down the steps, and outside the office. In the hurry, I realized that I forgot my car keys upstairs. But I didn't have time to go for them. I had to get to the hosp
Cassie’s POV I froze in my place, utterly paralyzed. I did not see that one coming. I did not anticipate that he would do something like that. And I felt disgusted. Without any further adieu, I jumped away from him while simultaneously pushing him away. Before Raymond could go from confused to shocked, my palm slapped across his cheek. He lost balance due to the impact and almost stumbled to the ground. “How dare you?” I cried, getting up from my seat. I could not believe him. The fucking nerve he had to think he could kiss me like that, out of the blue. What even gave him the idea that I would be okay with it?He looked up at me then, stunned. The astonishment in her face irked me further. What else did he expect? He was rubbing his cheek as he got up to meet my eyes, “Cassie…” “What the hell were you thinking, Raymond?” I demanded, “I am your best friend's wife! Are you fucking high or something?” “Cassie, keep it low,” he said, eyeing the door as he approached me. He was r
Enzo’s POV Present time“Hey, baby.” Cassie’s sweet voice reached me as she walked toward me in her heels. She must be going to her office after this. “How are you doing today?” Quite the same, really.Her questions were getting annoying now. In the last one year, I never felt any different. I was awake, but not conscious enough. I could hear her but I couldn’t respond. How would I describe such a feeling? I felt her touch on my face then, softly grazing against my skin. “You know, I had such a hectic time this week. With the new promotion, things have gotten crazy at the office. And Emmy? Oh, god. Ever since she started walking, she’s been driving me nuts. Sometimes, I'm afraid to go home. And that’s why, visiting you, it's my safe escape. It's the best part of my day, Enzo.” Only Cassie was capable of saying something like that. Visiting your almost dead husband can’t be that exciting either. And Emmy.God, I missed her. Cassie stopped bringing her ever since Emmy climbed o
Enzo’s POV 11 months ago - one month after the surgeryI couldn’t see the calendar yet, but I knew that a month had passed since my surgery. Every day in the morning, the doctors would come to my room, reading out my case sheet like I’m a boring medical case they couldn’t wait to discard. And their history always started with the duration. "A thirty year old male patient with a gunshot wound in the scalp, with significant damage to the brainstem area, currently in a comatose state with…” And they would trail off. The doctors had no idea that I could hear them all too well. I’m sure that if they knew about it, they wouldn’t be so open to describe what was wrong with my body. Because no patient would want to live after knowing how much their health was fucked up. I was sure that this was a punishment for all the sins I’d made in this life and the past. Because nobody deserved to live a life like this. I was conscious, but I couldn't do anything. I couldn’t open my eyes, I couldn’t
No matter how often I do this, it’s never easy to say goodbye to him. Untangling my fingers from his, I gave him a soft, delicate peck on his cheekbone. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said, “And I’ll bring Emmy with me. She misses you.” I gave him one last glance before grabbing my bag and walking out. Once I was out of the room, I was in a completely different world. This was the real world, the one where I needed to put on a facade and go about life as though I wasn’t terrified of the future. So that’s what I did. I drove myself to my office and hurried up the elevator. The stay at Enzo extended per usual, and the traffic on the way didn’t help my case. I was running late. As I finally got off the elevator and rushed to the conference room, I stopped abruptly. Frowning, I looked at Mel as she took over the presentation. “What?” I mumbled to myself. Why was she doing it? It was my client. She spotted me waiting in the corridor and gave me a look that said she got this. Sighing, I
It had been a year since that day. The day that altered our lives forever. The day that took everything from me. Everytime I walk through the corridors of the hospital, the memories from that day haunt me. They haunt me at my place of work and they haunt me in my sleep. And yet, I find myself in front of the very hospital everyday at nine am. My eyes only look for that room on the sixth floor, the only room that has the bed against the window.I pulled my bag out of my car and locked it. And then, I made my way inside. The guard waved a hi toward me, and the reception muttered a quick hello as I passed her by. Over the course of one year, I had met some amazing people in this hospital, all of whom helped people like me. They keep our hope alive. They work every day and night just to ensure that when I come back again tomorrow, my husband is well and ready to see me. “Hello, Mary.” I said as I walked into the room, dropping my bag on the desk. “Hello, Mrs DeLuca,” Mark, the nurs