Novel & Cerita The Woman Who Survived Him

I have to protect this woman who feels more like family than the ones I never met. I haven't understood how it happened. One moment I was in a taxi with a woman and the other I found myself on a deathbed. How I survived that bomb is a damn miracle. It seemed as if neither God nor the Devil wanted me anywhere near them, that is why I am still alive, I guess.

I would forever regret leaving them behind. Lawrence, I know he did everything for me. Just so Rod wouldn't find out where I was. My God! I don't know what I'll be facing when I see them again. Forgive me, Lawrence. Lana. Please forgive me. I didn't know how long I stayed in that position. But I suddenly woke up to someone tapping my foot. I quickly sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. I looked and saw the elderly woman I had seen earlier. She smiled at me. She seemed to be the only sane person in this house. How did she manage to survive with the others?

the woman asked weakly. "Inside the cave I found. Are you okay?" The woman looked at Bing Hua and fell silent for a moment. She was shocked that she had survived the flames and the man who had killed her family. "Why did you save me?" the woman asked Bing Hua. "Isn't that my duty as a fellow human being?" Bing Hua's answer did not move the woman. Her eyes still stared blankly at the cave ceiling, her heart aching and feeling lonely. She felt that even though she was alive, everything was useless. What was the point of living alone without a single family member who loved her?

He tried to sit up but his inactive and sore muscles protested, causing him to groan. " Easy, you're not that strong to be moving around." The woman said but he paid her no heed. Eventually he managed to get himself to the position he liked. He stared at his body. He'd been treated. Thoroughly. Someone had saved his life and provided him treatment. He glanced the older woman. " Did you save my life?" He asked, his expression changed. Slowly, the woman shook her head. " I didn't but I can introduce you to the person who did. She's been waiting for you to wake up." Naomi replied, unable to hide the glint in her eyes.

Victoria continuously wiped away her tears and tightly bit on her lips, making her crying sound. She gently held her hand in his slightly opened palm but she only lightly touched it and didn't dare to hold it. Afraid of getting the wound on his back, she had heard that he had fainted at the scene of the explosion, and had endured the force of the explosion at such a close distance. Now, most importantly, he had survived. Nothing was more important than this news. As long as he survived, she would never leave his side. She would take care of him and give him her life.

"Everything happened to me, the acid, gun and falling off the bridge. But one thing that felt off was that I was never confirmed dead. My body wasn't found, and you all took it as if I was dead, but here I am... alive." "Want to know how I survived? It's all thanks to Nikita." Ixora's gaze trailed to the other lady who was in the room. The lady gave her a cold stare, almost murdering her with her eyes. "The water carried me to the shore, and she brought me out. Fortunately for me, I was still breathing, and she took it upon herself to bring me back to life. She heard my story; similarly, she's also out for revenge, and we both teamed up," she winked at Ixora.

Neither of them liked silence or riddles, but unfortunately they had come to the wrong place if they wanted straight answers. After a long moment, the woman finally spoke. “She’s dead.” The men stared at her. Then she continued, “But she’s alive.” The taller man immediately frowned. “Which one is it?” “Both.”she answered. The shorter man’s patience was already wearing thin. “That makes absolutely no sense.” The woman tilted her head slightly. “Few truths do.” The taller man folded his arms across his chest. “Try again.” The veiled woman looked toward the body beside her. “She died.” She paused. “Yet she lives.” Another pause. “Her soul survives.”

For a woman who had been in that room for twelve years waiting. My hands were in my lap. I was aware of them the whole time he was speaking. Then he told me what Zara had told him about the night of the accident. He told me in plain sentences. He also described how the only surving human was no other than Rose. He said she had walked away unharmed. I looked anywhere but his eyes. Then he said the last thing. The hardest one.

I said. He stared at me for a long time. “You’re not the same girl I lost.” “I’m not the girl anyone lost,” I said softly. “I’m the woman who survived.” He left without another word. When I was alone, I sat down on the edge of my bed. The silence was deafening. But this time… it didn’t feel empty.

She could feel their pain, their suffering but as much as she felt for them, she couldn't help but feel happy because her baby was one who survived. She closed her eyes as she sat there in the chaotic clearing, laying her forehead against her child's as an image of that woman flashed before her. The woman she saw for years while buried beneath that stone, probably the only thing that kept her sane. Was it that woman that saved them?