Chapter Eleven I took two steps back, the reality of what I'd just done catching up with me. I'd just acted like a complete fool in front of two strangers who I assumed were Davis' parents. Davis' driver gave me an apologetic look before he opened the door to let the older couple out. I didn't know what to say, shame filling me. If I started to explain, I might make things worse, and from the way they were both staring at me, I could tell they were already very opinionated toward me. "I…apologize for my unruly behavior," I said, deciding it was worth a shot. They would understand, wouldn't they? "I thought it was Davis…" "So this is how you treat my son? You try to bash his car windows?" the woman said. Why had my confidence come at the wrong time? "I apologize. He didn't let me leave the house and I was furious." "What responsible married woman would leave her home by this time? With an attitude like that, it's no surprise he prevents you from leaving," the man said as they wa
Of all the things he could have possibly said, that surprised me the most. He liked me a lot more because I'd sent his parents out of the room? And he'd said that, right in front of them. Wait a minute. He liked me a lot more…That meant he liked me before, didn't it? I shook my head, pushing the thought out. I sat on the bed, my legs now too shaky to support me. "What?" I asked, almost at the same time his parents asked the very same thing. Gloria smiled down at me again, reminding me she had told me the truth. He shrugged and turned to them. "You come into my house whenever you like and try to run everything. Let me remind you both that you contributed absolutely nothing to this, not even a cent, so I don't understand why I would make a specific rule and you will break it." "So we no longer deserve respect as your parents simply because we didn't add to your immense wealth?" his mother asked, sounding and looking so pitiable. "Don't try that with me. It won't work. I'm only s
When Maria asked me to come over to her house, what she didn't mention was that she was having a party! There were several people all over, some drinking, some dancing, and some making out. I felt uncomfortable, glancing around every once in a while to see if anyone had their phone out recording me. I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, sticking to Maria like glue, but that only seemed to make things worse. She seemed very determined to introduce me as Mrs Monroe to every single person at the party, some of whom I knew. The attention was uncomfortable but she couldn't see my discomfort because she was drunk. "I'm already mad you didn't invite me to your wedding, Cass," she drawled, drink in hand. "Make it up to me by loosening up, girl." "You didn't tell me you were having a party," I complained, now I had her all to myself for the first time since I got to the party. "If I'd told you, you'd have never come," she responded, laughing even though nothing was funny. I was sure
He left the room without letting me speak. I remained on my knees on the floor, angry at myself and everything else. So I wasn't going to see Kayden when he woke up, just because of a stupid party I hadn't even enjoyed being at. Scratch that. The only reason I couldn't see Kayden was because I was married to the most unfair man ever. He had the right to disappear for days with no explanation, but I couldn't leave the house without his permission. He didn't even like me. What did he need me around all the time for? Or was it part of what was stipulated in that stupid contract? A contract nobody had even given me the privilege to go through and approve. Feeling a sudden rush of anger, I stood up and pushed down the TV which hung in my room. My hands were shaking. I felt like a child throwing a tantrum and I was sick and tired of being treated like a child. However, pushing the TV had felt good. I began to throw things and break them, not even caring about their value until my room
Davis' POVAs I stood by her door just as I'd been doing for days, I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Please break down the door, master!" Gloria cried from beside me. I stared straight ahead, making sure she didn't notice I was just as petrified as she was, maybe even more. "Please!" she continued begging and I could hear the pain in her voice. This was very serious because the old Gloria could not even look me in the face not to talk of asking me to do something repeatedly. "She hasn't eaten or spoken in days. What if she slipped and broke her head? Or something worse happened?" Hearing her say all this only made me more uncomfortable. If I broke the door down, then everyone would know I was afraid something bad had happened to her. I didn't want to go to such an extreme. "Then her body would have been smelling by now," I said and tried to keep the image I'd just painted out of my head. Gloria, the maids, and my mother looked at me in horror after they heard me. But
I woke up with a throbbing headache that wanted to split my head in half. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I was seeing clearly. The white-colored walls with medical supplies everywhere only meant one thing.I was in a hospital. I winced in pain as the last events that had occurred returned to me all at once. My father calling out my name, Gloria begging me to open the door and Davis not giving two fucks whether I lived or not. But then, what was I doing in a hospital, connected to an IV tube? And why did my head feel like it was going to explode? "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just didn't want you to leave. I promise I'll never let that happen again. I'll make it up to you. I just can't lose you..." A memory…I wasn't so sure. Davis could never say those words to me, even if I was unconscious and he thought I was dying. Maybe my brain was just replaying what it thought I wanted to hear. The door swung open and the familiar-looking doctor came in. She smiled when she
"How exactly does a new heart affect his brain? What's the connection?" I asked the doctor once I was wheeled back into my ward. I knew it was in no way her fault, but I was so dejected, I wasn't thinking straight. "I tried to warn you before you left," she stated. "It's a case that happens in over fifty percent of heart transplant cases. Postoperative Cognitive Dysfunction." "What does the fancy medical lingo mean? Does that mean he's never going to recognize me again? He's lost his memory forever?" I was panting heavily and my legs had become so weak that I had to collapse on the bed. Why had the entire universe conspired to ruin me? The only person whose recovery my life depended on did not even remember who I was. The person for whom I'd married a monster like Davis could not recognize me. This was even worse than almost dying. "Calm down," she said, going closer to the door, obviously in a hurry to leave. "I have other patients with cases I have to look into, so I'll just te
I followed after him, trying to ignore the crippling anxiety that nagged my entire being. I was limping, in pain, and tired, but I didn't stop following after him. He didn't even turn to see how I was faring and I rolled my eyes, recalling how he'd given everyone the wrong impression he cared. Something told me I wasn't going to like what he would show me but I followed him regardless.The driver from before was waiting for us, this time in a red Lamborghini that looked so out of place in this dreary hospital. People were watching from all over, some even peering from their windows to see us. I was self-conscious, but the quicker I got out of there, the better it would be for everyone. "Hello, my lady," the driver said to me as the back door opened automatically. I smiled at him in response and got in, sitting as close to the door and far away from Davis as I could. I closed my eyes as we drove out of the hospital, the image of Kayden in his bed with a blank look haunting me. He nee