Chapter 2

Adele's POV 

“Mrs. Pearson?”

I heard a faint voice call out to me, and the more I tried making sense of it, the louder it became.

My eyes opened slowly, and I squinted it shut as everywhere was too bright.

“Mrs. Pearson?” The voice called out again, not distance this time around.

I opened my eyes again, and turned my head slowly in the direction of the voice, and saw a woman in a nurse's uniform hovering beside me, her face etched with worry.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Pearson, but Dr. Pearson didn't make it.”

“W-what?” I stuttered, my brain trying to make sense of what she's saying. 

And did she just call me Mrs. Pearson? 

I haven't been called that in six months, and…

I took a good look at my surroundings and realized I was outside an hospital's operating room. Not just any hospital operating room, but the same hospital my husband, Eric worked at.

Was I brought here after Eric ran me over? 

But how could that be? The accident happened in a different city and-

“Mrs. Pearson,” the nurse tapped me slightly, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Dr. Pearson just passed away.”

I frowned. “Passed away?” 

Before she could answer I noticed my Birkin bag beside me-a bag I hadn't seen in over four months because I sold it off to clear off the loan Eric collected.

I dug out my phone, not wanting to dwell much on the fact that a bag I sold was sitting comfortably beside me.

I pressed the power button, and my breath caught in my throat.

January 30th, 2025.

Exactly six months ago to the day Eric died.

Is this a prank?

Was Eric playing tricks on me to make me come off as mad?

The nurse was about to excuse herself, when I asked her what date it was.

‘January 30th, 2025’ she confirmed.

 I chuckled softly, but not out of amusement, because my brain seemed to be having a difficult time processing all this information at once, and trying to make sense of it left a dull ache at the back of my head.

The door to the operating room opened, and Vanessa stepped out, pushing a gurney.

I narrowed my eyes, anger coursing through my veins as all the things I've gone through because of their selfishness flashed through my mind.

I stood up from my seat, and just as I was about to say something, my eyes fell to her stomach.

She wasn't pregnant.

Could she have given birth?

Different thoughts raced through my mind, all at once, but I pushed them back. It didn't matter if she was pregnant or not, I'm going to make sure they pay.

The sound of Nessa bursting into tears snapped me out of my train of thoughts.

“Adele, I'm so sorry-”

“You're sorry?!” I flared, cutting her off.

“W-what?”Nessa stared at me with wide eyes, like she had no idea what I was talking about.

Oh, okay. We're playing the clueless game, aren't we?

Not a problem. I'm game.

“Nessa you bitch!” I snarled, lunging at her. 

“A-Adele-” she shifted back in panic, and dragged the hospital cloth off the patient on the gurney.

I froze, my eyes widening in disbelief, as my eyes landed on Eric.

He looked so much like the man that died six months ago.

His clothes, his..

“That's what I was trying to tell you,” Nessa broke into a sob. “Dr. Pearson didn't make it.”

“W-what?” 

Nessa made to take a step forward but I glared at her making her stop in her tracks.

“Eric didn't make it, Adele,” a sob broke out her lips. “The bone marrow surgery wasn't successful, he suddenly had a heart attack and–”

I stared at Nessa for a brief second, then back at Eric who looked every bit lifeless. I quickly searched the Internet for today's date, and it confirmed my worst fears.

Today was indeed 30th January, 2025.

Somehow, someway, I'd been dragged back in time, and that's when it dawned on me that my legs weren't hurting as I moved.

I touched my face and there was no scar.

But how?

I quickly sapped into character, now's not the time to dwell on the how's.

“Eric!”I wailed, throwing myself on top of his body. “Wake up! Baby, please, wake up!”

Pow! I slapped him hard across his face.

“Eric you can't do this!” I yelled in between tears, and slapped him hard again.

And again.

And again. Pouring in all my anger and frustration into the slap.

Eric wasn't going to escape this time.

They both won't.

Not this time.

This time I'll be the one writing the ending of this pathetic story.

“Adele!” Nessa called out to me in panic, as she tried pulling me away from him, but I struggled like a grieving wife, and kept on hitting him.

A male nurse came to her rescue and they both successfully pulled me off Eric.

“No! Let me go!” I thrashed around, and tried making my way back. “I can't live without Eric, I'll–”

“Stop it Adele! Eric is dead!” Nessa snapped.

The male nurse gave her a questioning look.

Nessa cleared her throat. “What I mean is that Eric would want you to be strong for what lies ahead.”

Of course he would.

But unfortunately it would take more than strength to survive the loan sharks Eric borrowed twenty million dollars from.

“Here,” Nessa handed me a glass of water, after discharging the male nurse. “I know this is hard, Adele. But Eric is indeed dead,” she said softly, but I caught the excitement beneath all that softness, as she showed me the death certificate she had signed.

I guess she couldn't wait to live a life of luxury after all this drama.

Nessa urged me to drink the water, and that's when I remembered what happened after I drank the water in the past.

I fainted, and by the time I woke up I was told Eric had been cremated.

At first I thought it was because I was overwhelmed by grief, but it wasn't. She must have slipped something into the water.

“No,” I said, my voice coming off more sharply than I intended as I dropped the water down.

“What?” Nessa muttered, her face etched with confusion.

“You're right, Nessa. I need to be strong,” I held her shoulders and looked her in the eye as I spoke. “Eric would want that.”

“Yes,” she breathed out in relief.

“That's why I need to make his death meaningful,” I stood up, and grabbed my phone, leaving behind a confused Nessa.

I scrolled through my contact for a few seconds, before dialling a number.

“Hello,” I said as the call was answered. “I’d like to donate all of my husband's organs.”