Chapter 2: I died

Fidelia body laid down as Bood flowed out from her cracked skull.

Everyone was caught unexpected by what just happened. Alice gasped, Bridget covered her mouth in shock and Silas eyes widened as he was staring at the blood flowing along the tiles.

But no one moved.

Fidelia felt extreme pain her head hurt and entire body hurt and she was feeling life was slipping away from her body.

She could hear the sound of an ambulance siren, she could feel her body being moved, her eyes opened a bit and she was her self being rushed into the hospital.

"Ma'am can you tell us your name?"

"Stay with me" The nurse kept on shaking Fidelia as they entered into the hospital.

Fidelia was fighting for her life right now, at one point she was regretting ever coming into the house again.

It was like she was glitching from life and death or hanging by the two sides.

Every now and then she felt and awake and after a while she was unconditional back

When she finally woke up she heard a voice one she was quite familiar with entered her ears.

“Doctor, please… what’s her condition?” her stepmother asked in a low worried tone. But it was all an act, and she was faking it quite well.

The doctor placed his hands in his white cloth and said in a low voice looking at Fidelia on the bed, “I really don’t know. She is in critical condition. The chances of her surviving are very slim.”

He looked at Fidelia and continued, “Even if she survives, her recovery might take weeks… even months.”

Hearing her stepmother’s voice like that felt strange.

"Please save her at all cost..I don't want to lose her" Alic said

“Ma’am, we are doing everything we can,” the doctor replied, “but the head injury is severe and we need her to be stable before taking and chances and doing operation on her"

“I don’t care what you need to do,” she snapped suddenly, the concern fading back into her usual tone, “just make sure she doesn’t die. Do you hear me?!”

There was a brief silence before the doctor said, “Understood. We’ll try our best.”

Fidelia wanted to open her eyes. She wanted to scream. To tell her she heard everything. But her body wouldn’t listen to her.

Another voice entered.

“Is she going to wake up?” It was Silas.

Her blood boiled just hearing him.

“We can’t say for sure,” the doctor replied.

“She needs to wake up,” Silas said sharply. “The wedding—”

“Silas!” Alice cut him off harshly. “Now is not the time to talk about that!”

“But—”

“I said not now!” she yelled.

Silas kept quite and paced around as he squeezed his hands. He hated being shut out but he understood immediately. The cops were watching .

"Big sis please don't die on me, I promise to listen to you fence pls just wake up and survive this"

Fidelia heard this and almost threw up.

'What's all the act all about..

Me big sis...to you? You never call me that '

“She’s stronger than she looks,” Alice said hiding her cold smile “She’ll live.”

After a while of silence. Alice confirmed that everyone at the door side was gone then they spoke.

“Do you think she heard us?” Bridget asked.

“I don’t care if she did,” Silas muttered.

Fidelia wanted to wake up.

She wanted to grab Silas by the throat and stab them. All of them

She wanted to tear Bridget apart but she couldn’t move and inch from where she laid doen

“Keep me updated every hour,” Alice told the doctor.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Come on,” she said to the others. “Let’s go.”

“Are we just leaving her like this?” Bridget asked.

“She’s in our hands. Now move.”

Fidelia listened to their footsteps fading away and then there was silence after.

The only sound she heard was the sound of the heart rate monitor beeping and the drop from the trip into her hand.

They were putting on an act because the police were listening behind the door.

What they had told the cops was that she came home angry in her wedding dress. And it was from the designer shop she was coming from.

When they heard the sound of something crashing they came out and immediately called tye ambulance rushing her to the hospital.

"We suspected she wasn’t happy with the wedding dress that she wanted to change and she got tripped by the long material.'

That was the story they told.

But when they felt the police were out of earshot, the act ended.

They started whispering, discussing whether they should even let her live if she woke up.

“We’d all be in trouble if she talks,” Bridget said, her tone cold.

“She shouldn’t be able to survive this,” Alice replied, pacing the room.

“The doctor said she might wake up anytime soon. I have no idea what we’re going to do,” Silas muttered, looking pale.

“Let’s just end it here.”

“What do you mean?” Bridget asked.

“You know what I mean. Let’s end it. If she’s gone, she can’t cause us any problem.”

Fidelia listened carefully to everything they said and she wanted to scream. To fight. To let them know she was still here.

But no matter how hard she tried moving her body. It just wouldn't move

Her family and her ex fiancé we all planning to kill her. She get they hated her but killing her..she didn’t quite expect it.

The worst part was thats she could not do anything about it or call anyone to help her. She could only silently wait for her death which was really terrifying to her.

Alice said she wasn’t sure she could do it. Her hands were shaking.

“I don’t know if I can… this is too risky,” she muttered, avoiding Silas’s eyes then after she stepped outside, leaving the room in silence.

Silas turned to Bridget, his face pale and full of tension. “You need to convince her,” he said in a low but sharp voice. “If Fidelia wakes up… we’re all ruined.”

Bridget didn’t say a word, only nodded.

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Later that night, the door creaked open and Silas stepped inside sneakily.

He looked around the hospital room, making sure no one was there. Thinking she was deep in a coma, he walked closer to her bed.

He sat on the chair beside her and ran his hand over his face, sighing.

“But you just had to walk in at the wrong time..i was almost done inside her..i was almost about filling her up the third time ” he whispered.

Fidelia’s heart burned hearing his words. She stayed still, keeping her breathing steady.

Silas leaned closer, his voice low. “I was having an affair with Bridget for a long time… even before she married.”

Fidelia felt her heart ache the more she listened to him.

'What kind of heart break confession was this?'

She wanted to cry and scream loudly but she couldn’t even if she wanted to

“She wanted this too. We planned everything together… me, Bridget, and your stepmother. The marriage… the engagement… all of it.”

He paused as if waiting for a reaction. But Fidelia didn’t flinch.

“I wanted your shares. Your property. As your husband, everything would have been mine eventually.”

His voice trembled slightly. “But you… you had to ruin it by walking in.”

Fidelia felt like the room was spinning. Every word stabbed her like a knife.

Silas paused "aMnd leaned back in the chair, muttering, “If only you had stayed in your place… none of this would’ve happened.”

He sat there in silence for a while, then stood up and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Fidelia’s tears slid silently down her face and she was well aware that they all wanted her dead

Both Silas, Alice and Bridget wouldn’t let her live.

Silas looked down at her and then he decided on what fo do, without saying a word, he walked slowly toward the machine.

He moved his hand as towards the machine and turn off the monitor. The beeping sound that shows how their heart rate was got was beating.

He reached for the oxygen mask on her face and pulled it off slowly.

Fidelia’s body reacted almost immediately. Her chest tightened, and her breaths came out short and rough. She started to tremble, gasping for air, fighting for life with everything she had.

But Silas just stood there, watching her.

The indicator that was meant to alert the nurses — the one that would’ve signaled her distress — was off. No one would come. No one would hear her struggle.

Fidelia grabbed the bedsheets struggle for her battle to live as her sight was getting blurry and unclear. Tears flowed down her face

Silas just kept watching with a really cold expression. He had made up his hard mind, and he was going to let nothing stop him. He can't let her ruin everything for him.

Time was so slow to her, and it intensities the pain. Fidelia gasps grew quieter, weaker.

When he was finally sure she was dead or at least close enough, he placed the oxygen mask back gently on her face.

He switched the monitor back on, the beeping resuming as if nothing had happened

With a deep exhale Fidelia woke up from the terrible nightmare which felt so real. She was really terrified and she felt her chest was so locked up tight

She took her phone and checked the time and the she froze.

November 2024.

No. That wasn’t possible. She was in 2025. She knew she was in 2025.

A chill slid down her spine as the truth hit her whatever had just happened… it wasn’t just a nightmare.