What does she want?

Giselle Pov.

​My phone rang for the umpeenth time, sighing I checked the caller ID only to see it was my soon-to-be ex husband.

Cryus has been calling me since 10am and I refused to pick up his call.

​When I disappeared from his house yesterday, he didn’t even care but now he was suddenly calling me, he must have gotten my lawyer’s letter.

​Sighing, I muted his call.

A crying baby by my side drew my attention. I watched as his mother tried to comfort him, she looked worried. He must probably be sick if he was awaiting treatment by Dr. Dante.

​I always wanted to have a baby of my own but it seems that hope has been thrown into a gutter especially when I found out the baby in Zara’s belly wasn’t mine but hers.

​My phone rang again, in annoyance I picked up the phone call. 

“Giselle are you insane,” Cyrus asked the moment I picked up the call. I scoffed, he didn’t even ask where I had been.

“I should be asking you that question instead,” I responded with a scoff.

“Giselle why the hell did you send me a divorce letter, if it’s about what happened the other day then I apologize but you love to take everything too far,” he paused briefly then continued, “ Stop throwing a tantrum and get back home, mother is worried about you,”

I laughed, not out of frustration but out of sadness.

Aside from the fact that he was cheating on me and is possibly plotting my demise, he was actively victim blaming me, not only that but he said his own mother cares about me. The woman who wishes I was gone cares about me, that has to be the joke of the century.

“Cyrus, do you know that you are a big ingrate,”

“What?” Cryus said in confusion, he was confused because I had never said his name with a tone laced with disgust.

“We are done you psycho, we are done, you’ve treated me nothing more than an assessory, I have been by you like a perfect wife yet you go around ch-,” I pasued, I couldn’t reveal that I knew that he was cheating, now was not the right time, “You ignore my grievances and let your mother and everyone maltreat me, in your eyes I am nothing more than a cash-cow, see you in court.”

The moment I said all this I hung up. The woman next to me stared at me in pity, I simply glanced at her with a small smile. I didn’t need her pity.

“Are you okay Mrs. Mauve,” a voice asked. I looked up only to see Dr. Dante staring at me with those chestnut eyes of his. I shook my head, I was not okay.

“You should come in, let’s start the consultation,” he said with a small smile, I nodded. Dr. Dante Yu is the physician in charge of monitoring my health. 

His father-Mr. Yu- was the doctor who treated me when I was young now that his father has retired, he is now the doctor in charge of monitoring and treating my ailment.

Dante’s father is chinese and his mom is an american which made him a whiteasian. We were playmates when we were younger but as we grew older, we stopped talking to each other until he somehow became my doctor.

As he glanced at my test results, his expression turned grim. 

“It’s bad isn’t it,” I said with a small smile, “looks like my days are coming to an end,”

“Have you been taking your medicine at all,” Dante asked, but I felt like he was scolding me a bit.

“Of course, even though I know I would soon die, I want to live a little longer,” I responded with a huff.

“Stop taking your meds and take these instead,” Dante said as he brought out a few meds from his drawer “We just received a new heart from a death row prisoner, we're testing it to see if it matches yours, you still have hope,”

I doubt it would match mine but I knew better than voice out my opinion, Dante would skin me alive if I said my thoughts out loud.

I had a rare blood type, for the past 27 years, the doctors haven’t been able to find a heart that would be suitable for me. It’s a miracle that I even survived till now.

“Just tell me dante,” I said as I put the meds he had given me into my bag, “how many months do I have left, I feel like my body is starting to shut down.

Dante stared at me deep into my eyes, “You have less than 2 months to live.”

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​I stood near my car as I recalled what Dante had told me.

​“You have less than two months to live.”

​Dante's words felt like a death sentence hanging over my head, unless I found a healthy heart that matched mine within a month then I am going to die. 

​My phone began to vibrate in my pocket, I checked the caller Id only to find out it was an unknown number calling my phone.

​I skeptically answered the phone.

​“Hello,”

​“Hello Giselle,” a voice said. I instantly recognized the voice, it was Ivan.

​I swallowed the non-existent saliva in my mouth, why was he calling me?​“Ivan, is that you? “

​“The one and only, I heard you ran away, where are you?” he asked with an emotionless tone.

​I raised an eyebrow, was he concerned, “Are you concerned about me?”

​“Quite frankly yes, I talked to Aunty yesterday and she asked about how you are doing,”

​“You talked to my mother,” I asked in shock. But then again, my mother has always been close to him.

​“Mmm, now where are you?”

​“I’m at the hospital presently but I’m staying with my cousin, I’m sure you know Olivia,” I replied. I didn’t know what came over me when I gave him my address.

​“You are there for a check-up?”

​“Yes,”

​“Okay stay safe,” he said then he hung up. I stared at my phone in confusion, what the hell is wrong with him? I dipped my hands into my pockets to get a car key when a voice stopped me in my tracks.

​“Giselle,”

​I turned around only to see Zara smiling, I smiled back. She looked innocent, no one would suspect that she was a two-faced bitch.

​“Hi, Zara,” I greeted, I wanted nothing more than to zoom off. 

​“Hello, are you going home, can I ride in your car?”​

​My eyes instantly twitched in irritation, how the hell am I supposed to send this viper away without getting bitten?

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