Ethan's POV~Janine's face twisted into confusion, a quizzical expression on her face. She took a step further, and scanned the faces of everyone outside– reporters, paparazzis and curious onlookers– demanding answers about what had drawn them to this spot and the drama that must have unfolded. The camera clicks at my face from a distance but I snapped my gaze from it, uninterested. This wasn't the time for attention. I had more important things to do than posing for cameras. Besides, I see no reason they should take pictures of me since all they wanted was some juicy information from the scene that was unfolding. Scarlett glanced in Dylan's direction before meeting my gaze. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at my grip on her wrist. When she sensed Jasmine's presence, she yanked her hands from my grip and took a step back.“What are you doing with my husband?” Jasmine asked, her voice filled with disdain. Scarlett’s eyes were red-rimmed from unshed tears after a harsh conversation with
Ethan's POV~The sharp scent of disinfectant hung heavily in the air. The ticking clock echoed through the waiting room, a relentless reminder of a passing moment. My expression remained tensed, my breath heavy as I paced the room, a line of worry on my forehead. Eric was still undergoing his surgery and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anxiety and hope. My heart raced and I let out a deep breath, praying for a successful outcome and a speedy recovery. The silence was heavy, making it hard to breathe. All I needed was news and updates about the surgery. Are they done? How is Eric? Is he fine? Several questions crossed my mind and I could feel every fear threatening to consume me. I walked to the door, crossed my arms and bit my lower lips, my anxiety going through the roof. And then, my thoughts drifted towards Scarlett. It's almost forty minutes and I haven't seen her. She left the waiting room a few minutes ago but I have no clue where she could be? This is unlike her. She can
Scarlett's POV ~“Scarlett! Please, we need to talk.” Dylan mumbled, his eyes locked on mine. I shook my head, trying to figure out just more important reasons I had to leave so I wouldn't end up listening to whatever it was he wanted to say. Even as I tried to think of an excuse, I came up with nothing, realising I couldn't avoid the conversation. I took a deep breath, my eyes meeting him as if drawn by an unseen force. My mind swirled with a mix of emotions, and as he pulled me towards him, I could feel my anger boiling over, my fist clenched against his chest.“Dylan, let go of me this instant,” I mumbled, more like a threat. “Dylan!” I called once more when he tightened his grip on my wrist, his eyes filled with curiosity.My eyes flashed with resentment as I glared up at him. As I struggled in his grip, he held me closer to him, his hands wrapping around my waist. Our faces were an inch apart, but my resistance didn't melt away. Even as his hands trailed my skin, I couldn't resp
Author's POV ~ Scarlett moved closer, her eyes fixed on Jasmine who was heading out of the lobby. With quick, stealthy steps, she stepped out of the lobby and raised her head slightly, trying to listen in on Jasmine's conversation with her caller. Scarlett watched closely as Jasmine peered around, trying to see if she was being watched. A gasp escaped Scarlet's lips as she hid at a corner, her back coming in contact with the wall. She placed her hands on her chest, her breathing heavier than before. Jasmine was close to seeing her. Only God knows what would have happened if she had locked eyes with her. It wouldn't be good because Jasmine would suspect she was spying on her, and she might cause a scene. Luckily, that didn't happen and Scarlett could still continue with her plan to gather information without being detected. Her grip on her phone tightened. She moved out of her hiding spot and neared closer, her eyes fixed on Jasmine who had now gotten into her car. Scarlet's phone
Scarlett’s POV ~It felt like I'd been punched to the gut. Even after Jasmine had left, the sight of Charlotte’s name on her phone screen still unsettled me. My eyes went wide a little as I tried to wrap my head around it. I felt surprised, uneasy and curious. Are they friends? I know they are acquainted but they've never had anything to do with each other. Besides, Jasmine hated Charlotte and acted rudely towards her the first day she saw her. Could they have been friends? Or …My thoughts came to a halt when I heard voices. Jasmine stood beside Ethan, and I watched as they both discussed one or two things, probably about Eric's surgery.Jasmine's teeth showed through her warm smile. Ethan's expression softened,as he listened to the words she was saying. I could tell she was comforting him because they were discussing Eric's surgery. I watched as she leaned against Ethan, her hand resting against his arms. Her presence was a comfort to Ethan, his attention on her was undivided. She
Scarlett’s POV~I nodded, eyes flashing with understanding. My gaze drifted towards Eric who was now dressed in a blue hospital gown. His warm smile melted my heart, melting my worries and troubles. Jasmine sniffed, wiping a tear from her eyes, a faux concern on her face. She knelt beside Eric and whispered to him, “You'll be fine, Eric. Trust me.”Eric nodded, feeling satisfied. His smile deepened as her words brought relief to his face. I stood there, my eyes sparkling with desire and concern as they burned with unshed tears. My heart was heavy with emotions as I watched smile with confidence. My fingers were itchy— itchy to grab him and hug him. My lips trembled, eager to form words of reassurance but I felt something break in me as he spun around to leave without sparing me a glance. The nurse gave him a wheelchair and he sat on it before waving at Ethan. As they wheeled him into the ward, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. The pain of being a stranger to my own ch