Semua Bab My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter Fourty-Two.Annabelle pov I rushed to get water from the water dispenser that was standing beside the desk, I drank all in one gulp but my chest was still very tight and my breathing was uneven.Racheal knocked on the door then walked in with a bottle of juice in her hand. “Here is the juice you requested for ma'am.” She said.I pointed towards the desk, gesturing her to drop it down there but didn't say anything. “Is everything okay ma'am?” She asked, looking at me with questions written all over her face.I nodded slowly, trying to maintain my breathing but it wasn't helping.She moved closer to me and saw I was gasping for air. “Ma, are you okay? Do you need me to get the medics?” She asked but I shook my head.“Just…just help me down the–” I was about to say when I fell down and everything went black.“Ma'am, please stay with me, please.” Rachael said but slowly her voice began to fade out.After a few minutes later, I slowly open my eyes and blink twice before trying t

Chapter Forty-Four. Annabelle pov I was lounging on my couch, binge-watching my favorite show and indulging in a lazy thursday afternoon. The sun was shining through the windows, casting a warm glow over my cozy apartment. I had just grabbed a bag of popcorn from the kitchen and was settling in for a marathon viewing session when my phone rang. I groaned, not wanting to be disturbed from my relaxing afternoon, but I got up to answer it anyway. It was Henry. "Hey, I'm on my way over, are you good?," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest whenever he called. We had been friends and things hadn't been the same for a while now, but there was something about his commanding presence that always left me a little breathless. "What's up?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant and hide the curiosity from my voice. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I looked forward to seeing him after everything tha

Chapter Forty six. Travis. As the night wore on, Annabelle's anxiety grew. She paced back and forth in Alex's workspace at his house, her eyes fixed on me as he typed on the laptop non-stop. I stood by, and watched as his phone buzzed with updates from one of his colleagues at work. Flashback to a few hours ago. “You can't be serious.” I said, looking away from the paper. “I am in.” Annabelle said, I looked at her in disbelief. “No, you can't do that…it is not safe.” I said. “How else am I going to get my friend back? Huh? I thought she was dead, I thought she was gone and now I have an opportunity to bring her back. Am I just gonna let it slip away?.... (She scoffed.) No Trav, I can't and I am willing to do everything and anything to get my best friend back…. You can step off if you don't wanna help, I won't hold you to it but stopping me from helping isn't an option.” She said, having a fierce look on her face. I looked at her then drifted to Alex who opened his arm in a way

Chapter Fourty nine. Annabelle pov I sat there in the chilling confines of the hospital ER, my heart pounding with worry, waiting for Travis to return. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as each passing moment felt like an eternity without his presence. I tried calling his number but it kept directing me to voicemail. “Where the hell are you Travis?” I said, feeling concerned and worried as I stamped my feet on the floor continuously. Then, suddenly, the door opened and the doctor emerged. As soon as I saw him, I rushed down to meet him. “Doctor, what is the situation on ground?” I questioned. His eyes were filled with concerns but his mouth was shut. “Can I see you in my office? Are you the patient’s guardian.” He asked. “Yes, I am…just tell me everything that I need to know, we don't necessarily have to go to your office.” I said, my hands were shaking a little bit. ‘going to the office doesn't always turn out good, I'd rather hear the news here than go over to the office.’ I

Chapter Fifty one. Travis pov “What would I do now that I have sent Annabelle away in anger? How do I account for that?” I thought and said out loud before proceeding to enter the ward. I entered the room and the sight of Samantha sleeping peacefully warmed my heart and I was washed with relief then I remembered I had to give honor to whom honor is due. Annabelle. Leaving Samantha's room momentarily, I tried to contact Annabelle, hoping to convey the depth of my emotions. Yet, my calls went unanswered, my texts left hanging in the void of silence. “Please leave a message.” The lady at the end of the call said. “Please call me back, and thank you for saying Samantha's life.” I said then hit the end button and the message got delivered. I let out a sign, step into the room, sat on the sofa and closed my eyes to sleep, with so many thoughts in my head I was still able to sleep as I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on one thing, which is the fact that Samantha was doing fine.