Kamille
I woke up feeling nauseous.My entire head seemed to be spinning, while a splitting headache travelled from ear to ear. I let out a groan and turned to the side, bile filling my stomach. There was an incessant beeping noise somewhere above me, making my disoriention even worse.“Miss? Can you hear the sound of my voice?”The nausea subsided after a few deep breaths. I dragged myself back to my previous position, only to realize that my entire back ached liked I'd been laying on it for far too long. My eyelids felt so no heavy, it by took thrice to the effort to crack them open into a squint.A bright light hit me immediately. I winced.“She's responding to the light. Good.” A womanly voice said, “Get the doctor, she might want to speak directly to him.”I finally opened my eyes wide enough to take in my surroundings. It was white, sterile. A hospital room. I was on the bed, with my arm spread out on the mattress, with different tubes attached to it. There were two nurses in the room, asking me questions I wasn't listening to.I tried to remember how I even got here, and instantly the memories burned a path straight into my skull.The failed brakes. The speeding truck. The panic. The crash.My baby.Gasping, I scrambled into a sitting position with my hands holding my belly. “My baby…please… please tell me my baby is alright…!”“Please, take it easy, ma'am, you're still very fragile….”A hand was at my shoulders, trying to lean me back. “No sudden movements, please, you still need a lot of that saline drip.”My heart was racing so hard, because this baby was all I had left that was precious in this world. I looked up at both middle-aged nurses, desperately asking them, “My baby? My baby?”“Your pregnancy is completely fine, ma'am. Your belly was cushioned by the airbag during the collision. Do you remember this accident, Miss Kamille? I saw the name in one of your belongings, that's your name, I assume?”I nodded, crumbling back in utter relief that my little fetus was safe and healthy. My pregnancy was still at a very early stage, but it was equally fragile. Honestly, facing all the trauma and stress I did, a lot of pregnancies could have been miscarried. Not to top it off with a ghastly accident.“The doctor will answer any questions you might have,” The nurse said, passing a jotting board to the next nurse. “I'll take your vitals now.”As if on cue, the door opened and an elderly man in a white coat stepped in. He took one look at me and cracked a warm smile.“Ah, you're awake. I'm glad. How are her vitals looking?”“Good so far, doc.”He nodded, stepping closer, “You have been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past few weeks, Miss Kamille. I'm glad you and the baby are perfectly fine and healthy. It was a good thing that a good Samaritan rescued you from the site of the crash and brought you here.”I blinked at him in a stupor. “Weeks? It's been weeks?”“Yes, and you still need a couple more weeks to be fully recovered. Thankfully you didn't break any bones. Just tissue damage and internal bleeding that was easily fixable.” He said calmly, “If you feel any pain, please make sure to inform the nurses.”I could not believe him. That I had spent weeks at this strange hospital, wrecked and unconscious.“This person who helped me… I have to thank them.” I finally uttered. “The situation might be different if not for their kindness.”The doctor tilted his head regretfully, “Well you see, this good samaritan did not wait long after dropping you off. They generously paid all the hospital bills, and retrieved your belongings from the wreckage. And I'm under obligation to not give away anything about them if that's their wish.”“What?” I frowned. “The least I can do is show my gratitude somehow.”“I don't think that's necessary. You're alive and healthy, and that's all that matters.” The doctor responded. “A checkbook was left for you, with enough money for you to find your way once you get discharged.”A checkbook? Why would a complete stranger do that? I was so surprised and confused by all of this, that I remained in a daze until the doctor and the nurses were done and made to leave the room.“Oh, and one more thing, Miss.”I looked up.A soft smile crossed his face. “You are not expecting just one baby. The internal scan we did on you showed the beginnings of multiple growing cell clumps. It's so early to tell if they're twins or triplets, but it is certain that your pregnancy isn't carrying just one child.”My palms moved to my belly, “Really?”It sounded so beautiful, but scary all at once. If not for my anonymous helper, how could I have hoped to take care of even just one child?“Please have some rest. The nurses will return with some food.”He left the room.The TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed was on mute, displaying some random show. I grabbed the remote by my bedside and raised the volume. I flipped through the channels mindlessly, until my eyes caught on the name “Manor” on the news headlines.I froze, reading the headline.THE MANORS CONFIRM DEATH OF ANOTHER FAMILY MEMBER IN CAR CRASH.There was a picture of an ugly wreckage, and in the middle of it was my precious white Jeep. It was unrecognizable, a warped mix of burnt leather and metal. My entire body chilled at the thought that I had survived such a crash.The picture flipped to a scene, where police and a few reporters had surrounded the crash site. There, Father and Mother stood staring at the camera with sorrowful faces.“How could I lose my precious child so soon after burying my mother?” Father lamented to the reporter interviewing him. “This are hard times for the Manor family, and coping with this loss, will very difficult.”Wait.I sat up straighter, staring at the screen. Did they just confirm my death?! How was that even possible if they did not find a body?Father and Mother were going on and on, showcasing grief that they did not feel, while I grappled with the extent they were going just to get rid of me. My brakes had failed. Now that I think of it, my Jeep, was in peak condition even if I barely used it.How could the brakes have suddenly failed? And why did they so hurriedly announce me dead?I thought I had felt heartbreak before. But now, my heart was in shred, pulsing with red hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal, but vengeance.My fingers tightened around the remote. I would remain dead, just like they want. But I would return when the time was right, and serve them the evil they have dished out to me. That was another vow, signed with blood and tears.*A month later.I was rejected again.I let out a sigh and slumped down onto the singular couch in the middle of my entire apartment. It still smelled of fresh paint, and each sound echoed. After all, after getting discharged from the hospital, I left London.There was point staying there if I was supposed to be dead. My anonymous helper had saved all my belongings, including my travel documents, and the huge amount of money accessible by the checkbook got me one a one-way flight to the US, and enough cash to rent a new apartment.I was furnishing it slowly, while also preparing for my pregnancy, and trying to get back into the workforce. No decent weather forecast station would take me. All I was met with were rejections.I grabbed my new phone and went through the old weather forecast articles I had created. It was gaining a lot of engagement, and the viewers were asking for more.It was then, that it occurred to me.I didn't need to be employed by anyone. I could put all of my strength into creating these content on my own, and that would also be less stressful once my pregnancy nears full-term.KamilleFour Years Later.The electric bell went off within the school building, just as I parked the car in the school driveway. Finishing up the last of my iced Americano, I pushed the door open and stepped out. Other parents were stepping out of their cars as well. Some housekeepers. Some nannies. Some chaffeurs. Assistants. It was a large variety of people in the school at this time.And that was normal, after all, this was a very excellent kindergarten where many of the parents who worked cooperate jobs were too busy to come pick up their children.I counted myself lucky, that I was able to give my kids all the time and attention they needed, and pay our bills as well. All thanks to working from home.Aross the driveway, kids were already milling out through the doors, all noisy and excited to be done with the day's work.My job as a weather content creator and article writer took off so suddenly, and so well that my bank account was overflowing in no time. I was heavily pregnan
KamilleThe dark, gloomy clouds were the hallmark feature of London's weather.If anything else, that sent a cold chill down my spine, solidifying my split second decision to return to London, after seeing grandma's will in my mail. I was so shocked that I had suffered all of this isolation and mistreatment for years, when I was never supposed to.So, I made the life-changing decision to return to London with my kids, to deal with everyone who hurt me, and also find the stranger that had literally saved my life, and that of my kids. It was easy to make a few calls with my American friends, and next thing I knew, I was on a one-way flight with my kids.I had made living and transport reservations to get us settled in smoothly, but the pit of my stomach still churned with uneasiness.“Mommy, my coat!” Torin whined as we got off the plane after touch-down.“Let me help you.” Reon was at his side in a second, fixing up the buttons.“Thank you, Reon.” I patted his hair and pulled Tyris and
Kamille’s POVAfter securing a ride for my kids and I, I took hurried steps to fetch them but on approaching where they sat, I stopped dead in track as my light brown eyes fell on that same unapologetically handsome man with well defined abs and captivating deep blue eyes who served me hurt and shame, smiling with my children. It was the most unbelievable sight of my days.Of all days, why the hell should Zeke choose today to be here?As the wave of mixed emotions surged through me, I let my eyes wander back to his face again, drinking in the sight of him. Then I looked at his fingers deliberately out of curiosity and there it was. A different wedding ring from the one we shared. Snap! I should have known better than be fooled by good looks.A smile was gradually embracing my facial muscles when his betrayal crossed my mind and canceled it. I remembered how he left me on my own and how I went through hurt alone. He made me see the cruel part of life when he left me and married Ellen
Ezekiel’s POVThe ride back was graveyard quiet, save for the steady humming from the car's engine as my driver drove us back to wherever home was for Kamille. Confusion overwhelmed me as I stared at her and the children. Could they be hers? Is there a world where she is the mother of these children? If she is, then just how much did I drink from Ellen's bowl of enticing lies.The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. Kamille must have moved on. She and the kids belong to another! I cringed in annoyance at such upsured thoughts. But what if it was true? A different kind of anger shot through my heart. Jealousy. I managed to stay quiet and continued staring until my eyes locked with the children. They too began staring at me and their mum. Curiosity engulfed their stares. Then I heard the boy who held their backpacks at the airport, whisper to the girl. “Does this gentleman not look familiar to you? I see him stealing glances at mummy.” Yeah I remember, Roen and Tyri
Kamille’s POVSettling down in a new place had to be the worst job I had tried in my entire life. It wasn't as fun as it sounded afterall.Looking at the beautifully arranged and decorated house, I smiled in satisfaction. Now I just had one more thing to do to make settling in complete.I moved to the living room, sat on a sofa close to the window where I can admire the beautiful orchids growing wild up the terrace.After a few rings, a voice came on the other end of the line, “Hello, Miss Smith on the line. How may I help you?” The voice was warm and welcoming.I smiled. “I would like to hire a nanny for my kids.” She asked a couple of other questions before our call came to an end. My children deserved the best nanny since I was going to be busy here in London. I had no plans of exposing them to dirt I had to clean up.Darkness clouded the skies in no time. I went up to the children's room. The boys stayed together in separate beds, while Tyris had a room of her own pretty close to
Kamille’s POVI got to the club at a little over 8:00 pm. Darkness had covered the surroundings save for the dim lights coming from the club. I walked briskly into the club. I scanned the crowd till my eyes landed on Amanda with Belle sitted to her right. I approached the bar where they were seated. “Hello Ladies.” I greeted them, catching their attention. They both stiffened, hearing my voice.They both turned slowly till they faced me.“Oh Kamille, it is really you!” Amanda sobbed and threw herself in for a hug. “We missed you so much Kamille.” Belle added as her doe eyes glistened with unshed tears.“I missed you both too.” I replied as I released myself from Belle's embrace.“Alright ladies. Let's grab some drinks and celebrate Kamille's return to the land of the living!” Amanda squealed.“I second that motion.” Belle said with a hearty laugh. “Belle?” I called out, surprised she concurred to drinking.“What? This is a worthy feat and I need a drink to better assimilate all t
Zeke's POV As I descended the stairs, my eyes fell on the venomous snake sitted in my living room, eating snacks from my pantry.“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I asked coldly. I hated being disrespected and being lied to. This woman had done worse.“Oh Zeke, I was a bit hungry so I had to eat something.” Ellen replied. Staring at her all I could think of was a thousand ways to make her life miserable. “You know how it works right? Mother and..” “Shut the fuck up and take your crappy story elsewhere.” I interrupted her from speaking more gibberish.She laughed. “You do not believe me, don't you?”I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. Why was this damn woman pushing her luck? “Ellen I have a lot on my mind right now and would thank the universe if they can just make you go away.” I replied. Ellen's presence was disturbing. I couldn't think about Kamille the way I wanted to. Ellen just keeps reminding me of why I may never get Kamille's forgiveness and now she comes
Zeke's POV I had felt pain before but that which gripped my heart at the moment was excruciating. I could not bear the sight before me. Why was she drinking all alone at the bar? I moved a little closer. Her eyes were red and puffy. Was she crying? What have I done? Looking at her beautiful face stained with tears, I reminisce on how we used to be when were married. She was always there, always loving, very kind, very thoughtful and very patient. She was almost flawless. I caused her all the pain she is in right now. If only I had not allow Ellen poison my mind. If only I learned to love her better. If only I had known a bit earlier what she went through in the hands of her family. If only I had been there. I have failed you Kamille. Lost in thoughts, my mind wandered back to how I unraveled the malicious lies and scheming of the Manors against Kamille. I had visited their ancestral home few weeks after I got married to Ellen. She said she had missed the view of where she g