All Chapters of MY HUSBAND OR HER'S: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

Chapter 12Elara's POV The smell of disinfectant lingered so badly in the air that it cut like a razor through my nostril. “Hospital smells,” That is what I found so unpleasant, sterile and clean and suffocating all at the same time. I jerked on the bed attempting to draw the thin blanket more tightly around myself. The clicking of the monitor reverberated on. It was already morning, but my heart was entangled in the cry at night. I looked up at the ceiling, the drab white or sneering at me. The same thing with my future with Mason.The door was slowly opened, and I was brought out of trance, Somehow Joyce called out to her, " Elara? She called.I stared at her, she carried a small-paper bag, and she was gazing anxious.Here now, I said, but I did not pronounce it."Well...you are still here so..." she wishes to play about, but the strain of her voice made her voice a lie. Putting the bag down on the side tab. "I brought you some fruit . Grandma told you that you have not eaten r

Chapter 14 Elara's POVI always thought the walls of the house of Grandma were cozier than any other place I had ever lived in, but this night the coziness seemed to be coming down like a suffocating blanket. I was sitting crookedly on the old sofa, with my hands round a mug of chamomile tea which had long been cold. The steam had been gone a long time, and I could not bring myself to drink it.The mantel clock was making fun of me, it was increasing the seconds so slowly and deliberately. Any other tick was another call of how time was flying even when I was not.I moved my palm but lightly against my stomach. Once more it was a flat, which had less in it than I had ever dreamed.“You know, you can quit staring at that cup,” Grandma said. Her hair was white in a scarf, her eyes weary, yet with a sort of love which is obstinate.Not staring, I thought to myself, although even I did not believe me."You were. You sat there a half an hour with nothing to drink. That tea's colder than w