My eyes were probably bloodshot and tears were beginning to blur my vision. A part of me was dying or rather, a larger part was dead, all I felt was nothing less than numbness.The shock of what happened today had made me incapable of feeling anything except the burning sensation in my head, I was ill, a temperature of about 104 degrees, I wondered how I managed to maintain my consciousness because there were moment I felt I was going to collapse.How did this happen? How did my birthday that I felt would be the most perfect end up becoming the biggest nightmare of my life?I, Yvonne Carla, was married to Enzo Matteo, the most dreadful man in Palermo. The thought of that alone made my head hurt times 5, and she wanted more than anything for someone to wake her up, telling her it was a dream.Lost in my thoughts, the car came to a halt at Enzo's penthouse, it looked so daunting and intimidating. It was engulfed in darkness in darkness and as I peered out of the car window, it dawned o

I was seated by the side of my mom in the hospital bed, it was peaceful watching her sleep. I muttered a Prayer and hoped the heaven heard me. My stomach grumbled, giving me a quick reminder that I haven't eaten all day, checking the time on my cellphone, it was 15 minutes past 9. I clutched my bag to my shoulder, gave my mom a forehead kiss and exited the ward room. "Are you ready to leave now?" I was greeted by the sound of Enzo's Voice, he was seated in the reception seat. "Why are you still here?" I asked. "Because you are my wife." He responded. I snorted mentally, his wife? Of course, I was his wife but we weren't in love or anything. If anything, he was only with me at the hospital to have a "record" that he was a good husband. "I spoke to the Doctor already. He said she will be fine." "Will she really be?" I questioned, the doubts in me getting clearer by the minute. "Yes, Yvonne. She will be." Enzo answered. Oddly, it felt soothing hearing that. Looking into his