Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaime: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.My fingers dug into my skin as my knees trembled loudly in the silent hallway leading up to the operating theatre. Doctor Brooklyn had walked away about an hour ago, leaving Julian to sulk in his seat while his wife rested her head on his shoulder. He fumed silently, sharp wrinkled eyes staring from the door to where Doctor Brooklyn walked past. Three hours later, we still hadn't heard anything. The only thing I could do was mutter prayers under my breath, wrap the wool blanket around me, and Carter put in the overnight bag around me, and try my best not to spiral.Elias had already left to get his head bandage replaced, so it was only Caliper, Carter, Estella, Reyna, and Julian here with me.The hallway felt heavy with silence as all of us, as tense as we could be, tried desperately to cling to any shred of hope.I felt my sister press something into my hands. It was a sandwich. “Calliope…” I released a shuddering sigh. “Please, not right now.”“You need t

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.My grip on Felix’s hand remained tight as I pressed my head against his side. He lay on the hospital bed, hooked up to different wires, his forehead wrapped with a bandage, just like his upper arm, where the bullet pierced through. The large hospital room fit for at least ten patients was filled with a tense, sad quiet, besides the sound of the machines he was hooked onto beeping.That was the only thing that kept me grounded; that beeping. It meant he was still alive, he’s still here with me… and this sudden, gradually growing anxiety clawing away at my insides over the thought of him not surviving this could stay as low as possible.My lips moved with low, muttered prayers, then the back of my head felt hot and hurt as I tried to calm my racing heart.I’d walked in here despite the yells from Julian over me seeing Felix. For some reason, he believed it was my fault Felix didn’t want any other doctor besides the ward treating him.Even though we just met Ho

ELIAS’ POINT OF VIEW.Their excited squeals hit my ears like melted candle wax as I pressed myself between the door leading to the room where my brother lay unconscious. My mind took me back to her.To Genevieve.The second Bianca dropped the news, it felt and looked like any semblance of light in her gaze had completely vanished. I adjusted the massage on my head as I stared at her from the small, see-through spot on the beige door.“Son? What are you doing over there?” My head jerks to my father. “Come on here so we can go celebrate properly.”“I don’t think it’s proper to do that while Felix is in there,” I said; even though what I really wanted m to say was that I had many questions that needed to be answered.Dad shrugs his shoulders dismissively and says with an equally dismissive tone. “That girl he always called his family is in there; let him rot.”My brows furrowed. “What? Felix did what?”My father paused, his eyes slightly wider. After a moment, he cleared his throat, then

BIANCA’S POINT OF VIEW.I let Elias press his lips against my cheek just as his driver pulled up to my parents' estate. The knot in my stomach twisted constantly until it left a sharp pain in my abdomen. He no longer stared at me with distrust, but his eyes shone with elation at the thought of a child.“I don’t understand how this happened….But I am very happy regardless.” He whispered, and for the first time, he held onto my palm, his touch tender and soft while he pressed his lips against it.“I…am very happy too.” My smile was tight and forced, but he seemed to believe it.“I’ll never question you like that again, Bianca.” He caressed my right cheek; another thing he’s never done. “I was only worried. You know how much it matters to me that we do this right. That’s why I never slept with you.”“I-I know, Elias.” My tight smile fought to remain on my lips while he kissed the back of my hand again. He didn’t ask why I said that earlier in that stupid doctor’s office. “I need to go no

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.The moment my eyes shot open, the first sight that greeted me was an unconscious Felix, his entirely still form, the oxygen mask around his face, the darkness of his hair, the tattoos that lined his arms and neck.He looked so peaceful here; the irony of it all. For one terrifying second, the picture of him sprawled on the cold, hard ground while paramedics tried to get him resuscitated flashed through my mind.The wetness of sea water all around him, the blood all around his shoulder from a gunshot wound, and then the loud beep of the machine when he flatlined in the ambulance.I pressed a palm against my chest, right where my heart would be, and let my mind take me back to that strange dream. I could still feel the heat from the fire, the darkness of the room, and the brightness from that phone screen against that girl’s face.Felix Whitmore….what does that name, that person, have to do with me? The only Felix Whitmore I know is right in front of me, and w