Final Shot

The night was long and unbearable for June. It was the first time in five years she wasn't sleeping beside Rauf. And though Ellie tried everything to make her uncomfortable, all she did was turned and tossed on the bed.

With just one thought on her mind, there was no way he could have forgotten her so easily.

By morning, she was the first to wake up. She took her bath and borrowed one of Ellie's dresses. Thankfully, Ellie wasn't that much different from her, so her cloth fitted.

She had no idea if Rauf had been discharged or he was still at the hospital. But, based on yesterday's event, it would be impossible for her to gain entrance into the Salvador Mansion.

She decided on going to the hospital early, hopefully her sister wouldn't be there.

The ride to the hospital was filled with one thought - how to convince Rauf she was his legally married wife.

On arriving to the hospital, she met the same guards at the door. After pleading with them, they allowed her entrance into his room.

Rauf was awake and thankfully alone.

Being alone with him in the same room made her heart skip.

"You're back." His voice sounded irritated. "What do you want from me? Money?"

June felt like a thousand feet were stepping on her heart.

How could he reduced all of their five years to money?

"Papi..." She said, slowly.

Immediately, Rauf turned towards her, his eyes widened. "How did..." He shook his head. "Have you been spying on me and your sister?"

For all he knew, it was only his wife that called him Papi. And it wasn't even at the beginning of their marriage, it was when they had finally started getting comfortable with each other.

June felt tears levelled in her eyes. "It's me, Papi. I'm your legally married wife, not Amie."

For a brief seconds, his look changed.

Hope flattered in June's heart. Maybe, he finally believed her. He was finally going to give her a chance to prove herself.

But before she could utter more words, his gaze hardened back. "Who put you up to this?" His tone was hard. It was strange to her ears.

She had forgotten the time he was this hard on her - that was when they first got married.

But him speaking with her that way, brought back the memories she didn't want to remember.

"Was this your father's work?" He continued when June didn't say a word. "He must have hated the fact that I married his golden daughter and that she cared for me than he cared to admit. So, he's trying to sabotage my relationship with Amie."

June swallowed.

No.

She knew that Rauf had always had his eyes on Amie from the first day he stepped into their house to threaten her father, but she had no idea his infuatation with her was this much.

"Papi, please..."

But he raised his hand up to silence her. "Don't..." He said through clenched teeth. "Don't you ever mention that name again."

Lost and confused, June stared around.

She had thought it would be easier to convince Rauf alone, but it was proving more difficult than when her family was presence.

Her hand moved to the lower of her stomach.

Even if he didn't want her, anymore. It didn't change the fact that he was the father of her unborn child.

He deserved to know.

She lifted her gaze to watch him glaring at her.

Never could June had thought that once his eyes open, it was going to send glares her way. She had imagined this scenarios countless times and never had she thought of this.

Summoning her courage, she thrusted the report towards him. "Even if you wouldn't listen to me, at least can you read this."

Rauf eye's narrowed at the paper she thrusted to him.

What game was she playing now?

It wasn't enough that she pretended to be his wife, but now she was trying to show him some false report that would deceived him.

He collected the report from her and saw her eyes widened.

She watched him carefully, and a smirk appeared on his lips as he tore the report right in front of her.

He tore it into tiny pieces that even placing it back together would prove difficult.

But as soon as he threw the paper on the floor, June fell on the floor and started picking each pieces.

She didn't care about how small or insignificant it was, she picked them one by one while swallowing the tears that threatened to fall from her lips.

That was the last straw.

It was prove that he wanted nothing to do with her.

Or their baby.

Their poor baby.

She was still picking the pieces when the door opened.

Amie walked in looking as flawless as ever. She looked like she had spent hours in front of the mirror perfecting her makeup.

When her eyes fell on June, she froze.

"Baby, what's she doing here?" She asked Rauf. "Did she come to stalk you again?" Her voice was cold, high-pitched like she wanted people passing by the hall to hear every word.

"Don't worry about her, dear? Once she is done packing her trash, she will be escorted out of the room."

Amie chuckled, moving closer to the bed.

June was picking one of the paper closed to the bed, when Amie stepped on her.

She swallowed the scream that threatened to leave her mouth.

"I brought you breakfast, darling." Amie announced, her leg digging deeper into her hand.

When June finally picked the last shred of her reports she stood up, ready to leave the room.

She looked at Rauf one last time as if telling him to come to his senses, but he couldn't be bothered about her as his attention was fully on Amie and the breakfast she had brought.

To them, it was as if she wasn't even in the room.

Just as she took a step out of the room, making up her mind to forget about Rauf. He didn't want her.

Or her baby.

She was going to have to be enough for both of them.

She heard Rauf's voice. "Mami, why does this pasta taste different."