Alyssa Arnold

Alyssa Watson 

I jumped out of the bed, forgetting my body was still weak and went to stand in front of the full-length mirror.

Have I been reborn? Did the heavens decide to have compassion on me just as I have requested? 

I touched the unfamiliar face and absentmindedly, a grateful smile crept out of my lips. I have been reborn!

I have been given a second chance! 

I threw a punch in the air and muttered, "Yes!"

   "What are you doing?" A voice asked, jolting me out. Swiftly, I turned my head and was captivated by the man standing beside the door, holding the doorknob.

His eyes were crystal clear and spellbinding, they bewitched those who looked into them. And his full brows were satisfactorily shaped. Skin-like milk and his nose stood sharp like it was poking the air. 

The white shirt he was wearing was slightly open, showing his white collar bone. 

He seemed molded from a different cast as he had an androgynous look uncommon to most people. Lacquered and enameled by the sun. He radiated power and brio. His mountain peak cheekbones appeared chiseled into shape by a master craftsman. They were of such contours, it looked as if they were sculpted and painted to look perfect.

For a few seconds, I stood there unblinkingly, lost in his world. His hoarse and unsympathetic voice rang in my ears, jerking me out of my thoughts for the second time.

  "Have you turned deaf now?"

My body shook out of fear. And slowly, he took steps toward me. I was oblivious to the reason my heart was racing as he almost closed the gap between us. 

If he was the Tristan the maid was talking about, then he must be Alyssa Arnold's husband, but why am I scared?

He closed the line between us and grabbed my hair harshly before I could say anything, "You now have the guts to defy me now... Huh?? You've turned mute all of a sudden, isn't that so?"

I gasped, struggling to release myself from his grasp. He was so inhuman. I touched his arms, trying to yank his hands away from my hair, I didn't realize it was a bad thing to do. I shouldn't have touched him.

  "What! Did you just touch me? Have you forgotten you have no right to touch me unless we are outside? Tell me you've forgotten your place in this house,"

Wtf!!! How did he expect me to know that? This isn't my body for hell's sake. 

I winced in pain, since the body I was reborn into had suffered some injuries, and it wasn't long before I felt my energy dispersing my body. I couldn't even struggle with him anymore.

   "Please, let me go," I pleaded in a shaky voice. Tears flowed out of my eyes, blocking my view and making it blurry.

Hearing my pleas, he shoved me onto the bed and wiped his hands with a white handkerchief he took from his pocket. Instead of throwing it away or keeping it back in his pocket, he forced it into my mouth.

   "Animal! That's what you are. And you are meant to eat pieces of cotton," 

I choked on my tears. 

    "Please!" 

That was the only word I could utter.

    "Get your ass out and get ready to visit the hospital," 

He left the room after saying this.

How can God be this cruel? First, I was killed by my boyfriend and best friend, and when I thought I had been given a second chance, I was reborn into the body of a woman who was occasionally abused by her husband and his concubine. I didn't wish for this. He should have allowed me to die and rest in peace. Why did he bring me here to suffer more?

Two maids strolled in shortly, they helped me up and took me out of the old room. I was taken to Alyssa Arnold's main bedroom. Though beautiful and spacious, anyone could tell it was full of dark memories and the owner of the room was lonely. I wondered how much the owner of the body had gone through and endured.

I spent a lot of time in the bathroom because I wanted to clean the dry blood from my body and make sure the reeking smell of wounds and blood had gone. After scrubbing to my satisfaction,  I stepped out of the bathroom. Weakly, I dragged my empty body into the closet. 

   "Wow!" I didn't notice when the exclamation left my mouth. The closet was filled with varieties of clothes. Was Alyssa a fashionista? Even the biggest boutique in England didn't have as many clothes as this.

   "Mr. Tristan ordered you to come out now," A voice said and stepped out of the bedroom before I could take a peek at his face.

I quickly chose a pair of denim trousers and a white blouse. In a swift, I was dolled up.

The door was already ignited by the time I got outside, I didn't even have the time to adore the exterior of the house. I got into the car and was met by Tristan's furious eyes. I was startled and quickly lowered my head.

   "You will be punished for keeping me waiting, but let's finish the main business," He whispered, sending a chill down my spine. What a reasonable man! He is taking me to the hospital to treat my wounds then he will take me back home to inflict another wound.

A sob left my lips while tilting my head to glimpse outside. However, the horrendous sight I saw made me startled. It was the face of the woman I was reborn to! No wonder the name Alyssa Arnold sounded familiar when the maid called it. It was the face of a popular blogger. I guessed I didn't see it well when I looked in the mirror because of the blood splash. Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring.

I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. 

  "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage. 

Though, I haven't seen what her husband looks like, rumor had it that he was the top richest and most handsome in the country. I peeked at the man beside me and studied his body features for the last time. Seeing him now, I guessed it wasn't a rumor but a fact.

In a blink, we got to the hospital and headed inside. Tristan led the way to the VVIP section, and we entered one of the rooms there. 

A lady who was sleeping before we got in opened her eyes, and when she saw Tristan, she jumped out of the bed and pulled him into a hug. The duo even kissed as if they were lovers who haven't seen each other for a very long time. Without much thought, I could tell she was the concubine the maid was talking about. The fool who ruined Alyssa Arnold's marriage.

  "I missed you so much, boo boo," The lady pulled his cheeks and kissed them in a romantic way.

When she noticed I was there, she stopped and moved closer to me. 

I was shocked when I saw her face properly. This was Clara Banks, the most loved model in England. 

For a few minutes, I forgot my dilemma and burst into laughter. No wonder everyone says the entertainment industry is crazy. God really wanted me to interfere in a business I know nothing about.

Clara Banks was the reason Alyssa Arnold didn't have a happy marriage.