Chapter 3

Roseline's POV 

Walking on the streets, with the cool breeze fanning my face, I can't wait to leave the confines of Sinclair's house and live happily again.

I decided to go on a walk after the intense argument with Sinclair. It breaks me to know that the man I gave my virginity to and all my firsts doesn't love me.

I've accepted it now and I just have to learn how to start unloving him.

I spot an old woman standing on the pedestrian, she looks really old but she's cute.

I feel my lips stretch into a smile at the sight.

But then I looked across at her and I noticed a busted car driving wildly towards her direction with so much speed that instinct took over me before I could second guess it because the chances of saving her from my distance were low.

After fiercely pulling the woman's hands we both landed on the floor and the car crashed into the nearest building.

observing that the car had stopped, I got up and stretched my hand “Take my hand, Ma'am,” I told her but she didn't open her eyes.

“Are you alright, Ma'am?” I say, forcing her eyes open but she was unresponsive.

“Somebody help!” I yell for passersby to help me so we can save her life.

People come through and we are able to get her to the hospital for immediate care.

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After hours in the waiting chair, with the relentless buzzing of my phone, I'm exhausted.

I check in my bag to see if the Divorce agreement is there, while confirming it I get a slight tap on my shoulder.

“Hello, Dear,” I turned to see the female Doctor beaming at me.

“Hi,” I say tentatively, I didn't know what news to expect.

“I want to say thank you for what you did back there, someone told me what you did, you're a great person, the world needs more people like you,” My cheeks were hurting from blushing too much.

No one has ever praised me, Not Dad, Not Sinclair, Not anyone…..they said I never do things right….

“Thanks for your help as well, how is the old lady doing?” I ask spontaneously.

“She's fine now, she's awake now,” I felt a wave of relief wash over me, “She has a heart disease so she tends to have panic attacks and she slumps very often,” 

“Ohh….” I say digesting the information, that must be hard for the old lady.

“You can go in and see her if you want,” the doctor informed me.

“Yeah, I would like to see her,” I said happily, throwing my bag over my shoulders in one swift move as I stepped into the ward.

I saw the old lady carelessly looking around the ward like she had no worry in the world, I chuckled at the sight.

“Hello, Cute Lady,” I teased, announcing my entrance. The lady's eyes fell on me and she smiled sweetly.

“Hi, Dearie,” she said with labored breath, her voice had a hint of SpongeBob's voice, that sounded a bit funny. I could tell she wasn't fully recovered but I just want her family to know she's here so I can leave.

I took the seat beside her and took her hand in mine, “How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Much better!” She said in a grumpy way and I couldn't help but chuckle.

“That's nice to hear, I already cleared your bills,” I informed her, and she marveled.

“You did that?” She asks.

“Yeah, of course,” I replied spontaneously.

“You’re a darling, you know that?” She teased.

“I didn't know, you're the first person to tell me,” I said and we both laughed.

“How about your family ma'am? I would like to contact them for you so they can come and take over from me, I need to get home,” 

“Where's my phone?” She asks, looking around.

“It's here, I have it,” I showed her the phone in my hands.

“Okay, let me call my daughter, I'm not sure my son will be able to make it here at this time of the day,” she said and out of curiosity, I wanted to know more about her.

“You have children?” I initiated.

“Yes, I have three. Two boys and a girl, but the girl is married and she looks your age,” She was so carefree and open-minded that I couldn't help but fall for her charm.

“My eyes hurt, can you help me call my daughter? I'll call out the password for you,” she said.

“Of course,” I took the phone from her and started typing the password as she called it out.

“A.N.T.H.O.N.Y.” I placed the call and talked to the daughter, the daughter was nothing different from her mother. Nice and sweet.

“Ma'am please can I use your bathroom? My stomach is….” I said, running inside her room toilet before I end up making a mess in her ward.

After vomiting all that there is in my stomach, I feel irritable and weak.

I've not had any food since this morning and this is the third time I'm throwing up.

My stomach felt hollow and empty, staring at the mirror my face was a different shade of my real self.

I looked pale with dried lips, sagging eye bags, malnourished, lean in the worst way possible and I just hope it's not what I'm thinking. Maybe it's just from crying too much and thinking about Sinclair.

I washed my face till I felt comfortable to go outside. Once I stepped out I saw a guy sitting down exactly where I was sitting before I ran inside the toilet.

“Hey, who are you?” I asked defiantly and the old Lady turned to me and smiled.

“You didn't tell me your name. Meet my grandson, Anthony,” She pointed at the handsome guy sitting close to her.

I threw him a glance and averted my gaze to the old lady, “We called your daughter,” I reasoned.

“Yes, she said she couldn't make it, she's on a date with her husband, so she called her brother,” The old lady explained and I nodded.

I walked over to the guy and took my bag from behind him.

“Anthony, I told you the girl is beautiful, and she's also nice to top it off,” she said to her son smiling.

They looked like the perfect grandma and grandson Duo. Their chemistry was adorable and I could tell he loved his Grandma, judging from his outfit I could tell he left a stack of paperwork to hurriedly get here.

“Yes, she is,” he said, looking at me.

I turned my gaze away to hide the blush that heated up my cheeks.

“I should get going,” I said, interrupting their chattering and they turned to look at me as if I said something abominable.

“Stay for a little bit my dear, I like your company. My son would like to know you too,” she coaxed me.

I smiled looking at my hands that were intertwined in front of me, “I really wish I could stay, I would love to but I have to leave,” I said taking steps back.

The old lady's smile fell and I felt guilty in my heart for making her sad but Sinclair has flooded my phone with calls and if I don't go home I don't know what will happen. I've not done this before I know he will get mad at me, coupled with what happened earlier this morning.

“I'll see you around another time, it was nice meeting you,” I said, I couldn't spend another second there if not I wouldn't be able to leave.

I clutched my bag tightly as I briskly passed the people in the hospital hallway, I made my way down the stairs and suddenly I felt a hand on my back which made me pause in my tracks.

“Hi, sorry for touching you without your permission but I've been calling you and you didn't answer me,” It was Anthony, Grandma's wickedly handsome son.

I'm done with men that look like Sinclair, in fact, Men in general.

“It's fine, what do you want? You know it's not okay to leave your grandma alone with her condition,” I reminded him.

“Yes, I know. I just….” He paused for a second to breathe, “She told me that you paid the bill, I wanted to thank you, I would like to pay you back,” 

“It's fine, it's nothing. I have to get going,” I continued my journey.

“Okay, can I get…your number at least? Maybe we could talk some more,” 

I took off my ring this morning because it was starting to feel like a chain holding me down.

I would've told Anthony that I'm married, But there's no need, I'm getting divorced and I'm not ready to get into another relationship.

“Bye Mr Anthony,” I said to him.

“Alright, At least tell me your name,” he yelled behind me but I didn't say a word to hi

m and left.

I pressed the doorbell as I got home and the door opened revealing a furious-looking Sinclair.

“Roseline, where have you been?”