Chapter 4: Nowhere Left to Run

Chandria’s POV

When I found out that I was pregnant, I didn’t know what to do.

I was all alone in this world. I didn’t have parents anymore. I don’t even know what happened to them. All I knew was that I grew up in an orphanage. The nuns raised me there, and eventually, I was adopted by my adoptive parents.

They were kind, though much older, and they only adopted me. Despite their age, they cared for me the best they could. They left me everything they had when they passed away, money, property, but none of that seemed to matter now. I was pregnant, and I had no idea what to do.

I needed to tell Daniel about this.

The door to my hospital room opened. I assumed it was the nurse, here to tell me I could finally be discharged. "Now, I'm being discharged, right?" I asked, almost hopeful.

But when I looked up, expecting a nurse, I was met with a surprising sight. My breath caught in my throat.

A man I’d never seen before stood at the door. He was tall and there was something about him, a power that radiated from his every movement. He was handsome, but it wasn’t just his looks that caught my attention. There was an energy about him, almost electric, and it was clear he wasn’t someone to be underestimated.

“W-Who are you? What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice trembling more than I intended.

Before I could react further, he spoke, his voice calm and firm, but it held an unsettling authority. “Don’t worry about the payment. I’ve already taken care of everything here.”

What? How? I was completely taken aback. “You’re a stranger to me. I-I don’t even know you.” My mind was racing, trying to process the strange man standing before me, and I felt a mix of confusion and anxiety bubbling inside me.

He looked past me briefly, as though he were considering something, and then took a few steps forward, closing the distance between us.

“Because I need you,” he said simply, his eyes locking onto mine. “You’re pregnant, right?”

The words hit me like a slap, and I found myself momentarily speechless. I tried to collect my thoughts, my hands shaking slightly as I gripped the edge of the hospital bed. "Who are you? And why... how do you know?" I stuttered, my mind spinning.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his gaze remained intense, unwavering. “I know who your husband is,” he continued, his words dripping with certainty. “His name is Daniel Collins, isn’t it?”

My head started to ache from the sheer weight of his words. Who was this man, and how did he know Daniel’s name? It felt like everything around me was slipping out of focus, and I struggled to keep my thoughts grounded.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please, just leave me alone.”

“I’m the only one who can help you,” he said, his tone unyielding. “Think about it. You’re going to go back to the mansion, tell Daniel you’re pregnant. It’s going to be a huge mistake. Trust me.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. My panic flared, and I stood up, pushing myself away from him. “No! I don’t care who you are. You’re a freak. Stay the hell away from me!” I shouted, my emotions bubbling over, raw and uncontrollable.

But instead of challenging me further, he simply stepped back, his face unreadable. “We’ll see about that.”

Shaken, I turned to leave. “Excuse me, but I need to go now.” I felt the weight of his gaze on my back as I hurried out of the room, my heart racing. The door clicked shut behind me, but I didn’t look back.

I didn’t know why, but there was something in his words that still lingered in the air, a warning.

I quickly made my way down the hallway, looking for the nurse’s station. I didn’t want to be in that room anymore. That strange encounter had thrown me off balance, and all I could think about now was getting out of the hospital and away from that man.

“How much is my charge?” I asked, still a bit lost in the whirlwind of thoughts swirling around in my head.

The nurse looked up at me, her face polite but professional. “What’s your name, ma’am?”

“Chandria Silva,” I replied, my voice a little shaky.

She glanced at her computer, typing something in. “Okay, everything’s settled. Your payment for the hospital bills has been taken care of. You’re good to go, ma’am. Here are your vitamins and your prescriptions.”

She handed me a small bag filled with medication, and I felt a strange sense of gratitude, though it was overshadowed by the confusion still gnawing at me. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the mysterious man who had come to my room earlier. Could it be that he was the one who paid for all of this? Bought the medicines for me? But I quickly dismissed the thought. No, it couldn’t be him.

“Thank you,” I muttered, forcing a smile as I accepted the bag. The nurse nodded kindly, and I left the station, stepping out to the taxi waiting outside.

As the car drove off, I clenched my fist tightly, trying to focus on what I needed to do. I was on my way to Daniel’s mansion. I still couldn’t shake the words of the butler, warning me that Daniel was involved in something dangerous. He had told me not to return, that my life could be in danger if I did. But I had to try!

The ride felt like it took forever. My heart pounded in my chest as I neared the mansion. I could already see the grand gates in the distance, but as the taxi stopped and I stepped out, something was wrong. The air was heavy, filled with tension.

I had barely taken a step when I was stopped by a group of guards at the entrance. My heart skipped a beat.

“W-What’s going on?” I asked, trying to remain calm, but I could feel the panic rising inside me.

“You’re not welcome here,” one of them said sternly, his tone dismissive.

“I need to speak with Daniel. There’s something important he needs to know!”

The guard didn’t move, his expression hardening. “There’s an engagement party happening right now. Ma’am Catherine and Sir Daniel are about to get married soon, and you are not allowed inside!”

I felt like the ground beneath me had been ripped away. My legs weakened, and the words hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Get out of here, or we will make you leave!” the guard threatened then shoves me away.

I stumbled back, my body shaking, unable to comprehend what was happening. I didn’t know where to go, what to do. I had come here, hoping to find answers, but instead, I was faced with this.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned away from the gates and walked away. The rain began to fall heavily, almost as if the sky itself was mourning with me. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. My tears mixed with the rain, falling down my cheeks, and I collapsed in the middle of the road.

“H-How could he?!” I could feel my heart breaking all over again.

And then, just when it felt like everything was truly lost, I heard a voice from behind me.

I turned slowly, my eyes blinking through the rain, and that’s when I saw him—the man from the hospital. He was standing there, holding an umbrella.

“I told you,” he said, his voice low, but unmistakable. “You cannot go back to the life you had before. I’m the only one who can help you.”