Brie POV
Two days later, I was discharged from the hospital.
I could have left the hospital that day when I met my brothers for the first time, but my brothers insisted I had to stay for another day.
When it was time for my hospital release, I was surprised because, outside my room, men in black were standing in attention.
“Is there a VIP confined on this floor?” I asked Jenna, who only laughed and commented,
“Your brothers are crazy.”
Then, she gripped the handrail of my wheelchair to push me out of my room.
At the hospital entrance, I was amazed at the number of similar-looking cars parked outside.
When they spotted us, the first car moved forward until it stopped in front of me while the others followed close behind.
I could not believe my eyes. “S*it! Are you telling me this is for me?” I asked the four men when it finally dawned on me that the cars and the suited men were in their employ.
“No one but the best for our little queen.” My brother Marcus said before he lifted his arm and gently nudged me with his elbow.
I took his cue and curled my fingers to his proffered arm.
On my other side, so that they were now flanking me, Flint did the same.
We walked toward the car, a red BMW. “This is yours,” Marcus told me before he helped me inside.
Ensconced with my two brothers in the backseat of the BMW, I heard the synchronized opening and closing of doors. It was the sound of affluence.
“From now on, you will leave like a pampered queen. We will make up for the lost years, Briana.” Marcus promised and winked at me.
From the hospital, we went straight to the airport, where a chartered flight to Woodside City awaited us.
Not used to this unimaginable luxury, my eyes widened in shock.
We spent the eight-hour-long flight getting to know each other. They filled me in on what happened to our family.
In flight, my phone rang. It was my best friend, Hanna.
“Is it true?” Hanna sounded like she was crying.
“What did you hear?” I asked her, having had an idea that the humiliation I suffered from Noah Hunter and his uncle had already reached out of proportion.
“Noah divorced you. He kicked you out of your home and job.”
There was silence on my part because it was that one thing that I would rather forget. Still, I allowed myself to remember what happened that fateful day. How I have suffered emotionally, bearing the shame and embarrassment Noah slapped me with.
“Yes. We divorced." I confirmed.
My friend choked back a sob.
“The company grapevine is feasting on the purported news that you cheated on Noah."
My chest constricted. Noah never gave me the chance to redeem myself in the eyes of our people. He made sure to shatter my reputation into pieces until nothing was left.
“It’s a lie,” I told Hanna while trying very hard to contain myself.
“Where are you? Are you safe? I wanted to see you. Can I see you?” I shut my eyes because her kindness brimmed my eyes with tears.
“I left Redwood City,” I told her. “Don’t worry about me. I am going to be fine.” I added, trying to comfort her.
“I am sorry I was not there.”
“It was not your fault. Besides, there's really nothing you can do. ”
Hanna just got back from a business trip abroad. She could not have known this would happen.
We were both silent after that.
I know I shouldn’t ask, but I could not help myself.
“How is Hunter Enterprises?”
I heard Hanna’s long, indrawn breath from the other end.
“The company is fine, but it felt different without you and Noah.”
Something flickered inside me.
“What happened to him?” I said with a quickened breath. Even when he did something bad. I could not help feeling concerned.
I have loved Noah for years. Even when he hurts me, that love will not disappear in a snap. It will fade in time. I knew that. It will die one day, just not now.
“Hanna…” I prodded.
“Matt Bryant was appointed OIC.”
“And Noah?” I asked. My heart thumps fast.
I felt my two brothers stiffen at the mention of his name, but I ignored their reactions. I wanted to know. Unconsciously, my hand went to press my stomach.
“I heard Noah left the country to recuperate.” She told me. “It’s all over the news.”
We cut our call, and I retreated to my seat. My brothers must have understood my need to be alone, so they let me be.
I took my phone from my bag and started searching. I first checked the news for Hunter Enterprises. I found a news report confirming what Hanna told me. Hunter Enterprises’ board of directors voted for Matt Bryant to be OIC, allowing Noah Hunter, its CEO, time to grieve the loss of his parents.
The news report mentioned that Noah was beside himself after learning about the demise of his parents and was inconsolable.
His grief, it said, was compounded when he woke up to learn that his wife cheated on him.
I had to smile at that. It was so convenient to paint a dark picture of me without proof.
The news also mentioned the trip is to help Noah clear his head and heal emotionally from the trauma of his loss.
I was about to close the page when I noticed another news item. This one was short and with a picture attached to it.
It says Noah Hunter was spotted at the Redwood City International Airport with international model Britney White.
Reading her name from the article and seeing her with Noah had the corner of my lips curling contemptuously.
So, this is what he was up to. Now, the real reason he divorced stared back at me.
Noah wanted a reunion with his ex-fiancee. That bitter thought made me want to puke.
After making sure he crushed my spirit and life to smithereens while he was trying to build a new one with his true love.
Now, who is cheating whom?
Speechless! This word best describes what I was feeling right now. Do you know that you were amazing readers? Yes, you who stayed with me until this page. When I first started writing this story, I had so many trepidations. I did not think I would be able to pull this through. First, it has a little similarity to my previous novel, Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back, but my editor believed so much in my draft that she encouraged me to consider doing this. (My heartfelt thanks to Lyra Pinter, who had been a constant source of support.)My feeling of uncertainty magnified when I received so many attacks when the story was first published. Too many detractors lashed out at my characters that I had a hard time concentrating.I know what I wanted to do, but the first people who were vocal about the story did not give me enough encouragement. They did not give my characters a chance to redeem themselves as the story progresses. Fear grips me everytime I face the blank screen of my computer.
Briana’s POVThe soul always knows how to heal itself. I had often heard that phrase before but it was never more gratingly obvious til now. After I volunteered to be Charles and Jenna’s surrogate, I had not counted on the pain the act would invariably inflict on me. At the start, it was all too easy. For 40 weeks, I would be carrying their baby in my womb, and that was it. Jenna and Charles will have that baby they desperately wanted. Of course, Noah and I submitted to counseling before I did this, but I never expected that when the time came that I had to turn over baby Amira to her parents, it would hit me so hard. I had not counted on how my self-sacrifice would backfire on me. It hurts so much. I was so heartbroken when I realized that Amira would no longer be a part of my life. Noah took me to several sessions of counseling, and with his support, I was able to get past the hurt and accept that Amira was not mine.The rest of the family helped. My brothers hovered over me
Hello my loves, Jenna and Charles’ story was one of the most painful stories I had written so far. It was because I had to dig up long-forgotten events in my life.But I had to do it for you to be able to understand the motives behind Jenna and Charles’ actions and the pain they invariably inflicted on each other. Jenna and Charles were both non confrontational. They keep things in stride and hope for the best, but sometimes even with the best intentions, our pain could not lay hidden for too long. It needed to be addressed and voiced out, not because you wanted to lash out at your partner or give them the same pain they were giving you.Sometimes, our silence is our cry for help. Or it was a way to protect ourselves. We retreated into the inner recesses of our soul to find solace and comfort because the people we expected to comfort and provide solace for us could not hear our cry for help.But all’s well that ends well. Am glad for those people who had requested me to do a story
Charles POVOne year later…I was standing behind the french windows of the room I was occupying at the Rosewood Hotel, eyes looking outside toward my wife.This past year was a crazy one.Just as Briana predicted, Jenna and I barely had time for ourselves. The kids were growing, and they were beautiful to watch.Jenna’s laugh made its way to where I was.As I watched Jenna play with our children, I could not help comparing her to a rose in bloom.I could not help feeling proud of the changes in her.&nb
Charles POVWe placed our babies in a customized baby carrier that could fit the four of them, and Jenna and I walked out of the suite that had been our temporary home for the past month.At the lobby, we looked like we were on a parade with our nannies in tow and bodyguards, but that’s a small price to pay for the security and safety of my family.“Jenna! Charles!” Beth called out to us.We stopped when we neared her.“Where are your kids?” I asked after she and Jenna hugged each other.I learned this past month that Beth chose to be a stay-at-home m
Charles POVThe next day, our other two babies were born one after the other.Jenna and I were also there to witness everything and become part of our children’s birth.Jenna’s eyes were puffy when she held our two other newborns in her arms. She had been crying nonstop since yesterday because it still had not sunk in that she was a mom of four babies.When we visited Briana, she and Jenna had a long talk.Briana was smiling, but I could see that she was at a loss when it was time to take the baby away from her.I realized that this ordeal put a lot of strain on