Ximena’s POV
I was in my cell. My first trial was today. I wasn’t ready for this. My stomach grew butterflies. I clamped my sweaty hands together while hyperventilating.“You have to calm down, Ximena,” Lady Audrey told me. I nodded, but my banging heart wasn’t responding.I can’t face everyone. I can’t face being humiliated in front of everyone, especially my stepdaughter. She has tried her best for me. I am sure Mrs. Miles is going to do everything to send me to life imprisonment.“I can’t help it. I am losing it,” I said worriedly.“Everything will be fine,” she assured me while opening the gate. I nodded again.“Whenever you are hyperventilating, just take a deep breath. It helps a lot. Besides, you should think more about your little bundle of joy and stop worrying,” she added and smiled.But did that relieve me? Certainly not. It increased my anxiety. What if something happens to my baby after being sentenced to pXimena’s POVThe moment I entered, I halted abruptly, my soul departing from my body.“Hudson?” I called, my voice trembling. I almost tumbled over as I staggered forward.Their attention was drawn to me. Yes, you heard that right. Hudson was kissing Mila in the living room. Which Mila? I know you are going to ask. No other Mila, but my cousin sister.“Hello, dear sister,” Mila waved at me, smiling like the betrayal she was. But she wasn’t even my problem. My eyes were focused on Hudson who stared back at me. Was he feeling guilty? Certainly not. He was staring at me with disgust like he had been praying that I shouldn’t ever show my face.“Oh, come on, sis. Why do you look surprised?” Mila asked, resting her head against Hudson’s chest and doodling on it.“I guess you came to pack your bags?” she suggested with a sinister smile that irked my soul.“Just keep quiet!” I snapped, exploding with anger. How dare sh
Ximena’s POVI was shattered beyond repair. I don’t know if I was still feeling or just numb. I shuffled along the street, heading to Aunt Sadie’s place. Did she know? Was she behind this? Why didn’t she stop Mila from sneaking herself into my husband’s life? Why am I destined to lose everyone I ever cherished?“Hey, watch where you are going!” a cabby yelled as I was crossing the road without looking sideways. I ignored him and shuffled across the road, igniting indignant yelling from the drivers and causing chaos on the road.It was sunset already and it seemed like it was going to rain soon. I decided to take a cab to Aunt Sadie’s house. Walking is going to take me a whole year to reach her place.I met the door open and I entered. “Aunt Sadie?” I called.“Who is that? Hold on a minute,” she said.She came to the living room from the kitchen, cleaning her hands with a towel. She halted abruptly, staring at me like sh
Attorney Davey’s POVI couldn’t believe Ximena actually left the house. How could she be so naïve to go after the man who abandoned her in jail for many weeks? That was really disappointing.And where the heck could she be now? Did he accept her back? Is she okay? I was really worried about her. I don’t know why I’m feeling so uneasy. And it’s seriously downpouring.“Argh!” I banged on my steering wheel, erupting a loud horn from it.“Where the hell are you, Ximena? You know you don’t have a…” I paused the moment I saw her standing along the road, shivering with cold. He must have pushed her out of his house and that made me mad. I took a deep breath. At least, I have her back.Just then, a vehicle veered into my path, making me press down the brakes instantly. The same car ran Ximena over and sped off right in my presence.“Ximena!” I yelled, pushing my car door open and running out. She was lying lifeless on the road,
Hudson's POVMy feet planted firmly on the ground, I couldn't move as I watched my daughter dash up the stairs. Never before had I felt such overwhelming guilt. My heart beat furiously in my chest, while every inch of my skin felt like it was being torn apart. A throbbing headache seized my head. Ximena's words played on repeat in my mind, "If I leave, you will never see me again." Did she know she was going to die? I still couldn't believe what I had heard. What have I done? I was the one who killed her. Why couldn't I have been more understanding? Why didn't I make room for her? What came over me? Why did I push her away? And why didn't I listen to her? She had pleaded with me, begged me to see reason.I roared in frustration, dropping down to the ground. I had lost the love of my life. I had robbed my daughter of her mother- again. "You need to calm down, Hudson," Mila said, trying to comfort me."Don't touch me!" I bellowed, jumping up and running upstairs. Everything was my fault
Nevaeh's POVIt has been a few days since the tragic news of Ximena's untimely death. Just two days passed, and a swarm of reporters descended upon our villa, only to be halted by the vigilant security personnel guarding the entrance. What transpired between them and Grandma remains a mystery, as they departed without uttering a single word about the deceased Ximena. It felt as though she never existed in the first place. The broadcasting network has inexplicably gone silent on the details of her death. Even within the confines of our home, an eerie silence surrounds her. Not even my father speaks of her."Baby?" my father's voice penetrated the quiet, his form appearing in the doorway with a tray of food. I sat propped up against the headboard, immediately grasping for my phone, feigning ignorance of his presence.He set the tray down on the bed beside me. "Baby?" his hand touched my shoulder, causing me to recoil. I hastily shifted to the other side."The cook informed me that you'v
Attention ❗❗❗ Ximena is a Spanish name pronounced as Himena. In Spanish, it is known as Jimena, with the J being pronounced as an H. Ximena’s POV Pushing my bag across the floor, I shuffled into my aunt’s abode. I paused suddenly, my gaze fixated on the opulent Mercedes-Benz GLA-class parked in the compound. A man in a white dress shirt and black trousers stood beside it. My heart skipped a beat. Could this be another potential suitor? It wouldn't be the first time Aunt Sadie has tried to arrange my marriage to wealthy men. She wants me out of her home and possibly out of her life. I still remember my last potential groom, who called off the supposed union when I informed him of my modeling career. Since then, Aunt Sadie has forbidden me from attending any modeling gigs. "Are you alright, Miss?" the man's question snapped me out of my reverie. I looked up to find him staring at me. "I'm fine," I replied curtly and made my way inside before he could say anything else. As I entered
Ximena's POV Having put forth an attempt to alleviate Mila's crying, I offered words of comfort in the sterile confines of the hospital. We both occupied seats, awaiting the doctor's report. Despite Aunt Sadie's less-than-ideal character, she remained a member of my family. The one who fulfilled my basic needs, providing nourishment, clothing, and shelter. Should I dwell on her attempts to trade me off to men and harbor resentment towards her? Or should I focus on her acts of kindness, inviting me into her home and empathizing with Mila's tears? I believe the latter option would be more suitable. "Don't fret, Mila. Aunt is a resilient woman. She will pull through," I assured her. Mila nodded, her tears showing no signs of stopping. “Mila?” the doctor called, walking toward us. “How is she, doctor?” we inquired, speaking in unison. "Unfortunately, her condition has deteriorated over time, Ximena," the doctor reported. "She requires immediate surgery, or we might lose her." "No, do
Ximena's POV As I accepted the current state of affairs, it had been a little over a week since Aunt Sadie's collapse. Thankfully, she had been discharged and was now under good care. However, my own life had been thrown into turmoil. I found myself in my room, dressed in all-white attire, with a makeup artist perfecting my hair. Today was my wedding day, a moment that most women eagerly anticipate, but for me, it was a different story. I was destined to marry the most despicable man I had ever heard of - Hudson Miles Lucas. Despite never meeting him in person, his name was often on everyone's lips in California. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I had to admit that the makeup artist had done a decent job. My long, wavy black hair was styled in a way that secured my veil on top of my head. The cost of my wedding dress alone could sustain my family for generations to come. This was the reality I was facing today. If only my mother could be here to witness this day. Not the fac