CARMENI followed behind my mother and the worker who was leading her to the master bedroom, where Steve was.“The doctor said his health should have been bad for so long for it to get to the stage that he’s in now,” the worker informed us, opening the door to the master bedroom.Steve Wilmer lay in bed, an IV hooked to his arm, his eyes closed and his breaths shallow and unstable. A doctor stood over him, injecting even more liquids into his IV bag. The worker left us in the privacy of the room.“What happened to him?” Mom asked the doctor, who only picked up a piece of paper and started to take notes.“You’re Mrs. Wilmer, correct?” He raised his eyebrows.“Correct.” Mom confirmed with a nod.“And your husband, has he ever complained about any pains lately – heartaches to be specific? Any dizziness? Difficulty in breathing, perhaps?”“Steve has never complained to me about a thing. If anything, he’s the healthiest person around. He would tell me if he had a problem with his health. H
CARMENWe all stood, frozen, staring at the doctor as he looked at us for a head nod at the idea of a toxicology test while we all tried to process what he had just told us about Steve.“What do you mean by that?” Mom was the first to speak. “We all eat the same thing; there’s no way Steve would be poisoned. The staff make sure to restock the kitchen each and every two weeks, throwing out everything that needs to be thrown out.”“Mrs Wilmer, you need to understand that we are not sure about your husband being poisoned,” the doctor explained and corrected her. “The toxicology test will help us figure out if we’re right to think he’s been poisoned. An investigation could follow if we find odd chemicals in his bloodstream.”“Just do it. We have to figure this out one way or another, right?” Mom said, crossing her arms.“He’ll need to stay at the hospital for a few more days,” the doctor informed us. “He needs to be monitored closely without fail in such a critical condition.”“We underst
CARMENThere was not a single thing that I wanted to discuss with Frank Hayes, but I didn’t know how to tell his son that without having to feel guilty or having to lie about how I felt about his father.“What do you mean? Why does he want to see me?” I asked, pulling away from Jasper’s grip one more time. His grip was still solid as he looked at me with a smile.“He said it’s about the wedding. There are certain rules we follow in the Hayes family if you haven’t already been told. I’m sure he wants to tell you all about them and how to get along with the other members of the family if you come across them.”“Then why can’t you teach me the rules?” I frowned. “If it’s your family, you should know what they are, right?”“Believe me, Carmen; I would if I could. The problem we have is that even I struggle with these rules sometimes as they may seem too strict. It’s not going to be as horrible as it seems. I’ll be around, I promise.”Deciding to take his word for it, I gave a defeated sig
CARMENThere was no way that Jasper knew about his father and I. There was no way that Jasper would trap me in a room with his father.I kept chanting those things in my head as I walked back, stepping away from Frank.“Don’t do this. You really shouldn’t try this right now. You’re going to ruin the friendship you have with Steve,” I reminded him, letting him know that if he tried anything stupid, I would not hesitate to tell Steve about it.“What are you talking about, Carmen?” He laughed, returning to his seat and looking at me as if I was crazy.The door soon opened, and Jasper walked in, looking from me to his father with raised brows.“I heard banging on the door, so I had to come and see what was going on,” he explained.Without a word, I pushed Jasper out of my way and walked out of the house, taking deep breaths as my breath clogged up in my throat. I reached into my purse to grab my inhaler, using it for the first time in a while as Jasper joined me outside.“Carmen, what’s w
CARMENDave and I glanced at each other, both looking as if we wanted to truly confirm that we had heard the same thing from his father.“I don’t understand, Dad,” Dave said. “Why would you want to plan for a wedding in a short time with your health like this? You’re only going to add more stress to the one you already have.”“I don’t have an inch of stress in my body, son,” Steve said. “I realized how unpredictable life is. I could have died, Dave. What if I had not woken up?”“You can’t say that.” I shook my head at his words. He had woken up, and he was right there – alive.“Yes, I can, Carmen,” he argued. “We have nobody to tell us when our time will be up, and I don’t want to end up getting to the finish line without seeing my son and my daughter getting married. It just doesn’t right with me to think about it.”His idea didn’t sit right with me and Dave as well, but I couldn’t say a thing. Steve was not in the best health condition, and I couldn’t fault him for wanting something
CARMENThe people in the restaurant were clapping and cheering, a few of them pulling out their phones to record the moment that they believed to be beautiful.I thought it was a nightmare, all of their attention on us and the possibility of this getting out.I stared at Jasper and the ring he held in his hands. My jaw was dropped, and there was not a thing I could tell him that would convey just how horrified I was by the situation he had put me in.“What are you doing, Jasper?” I whispered, glancing around once more before putting all my attention on the man in front of me.“Taking control of my life and not letting someone take over my life for me. I figured that if I proposed, it would feel less like the duty I’m supposed to perform; think about it.”Through my panic, I tried to see the sense in what he was saying, and it seemed like a stretch. He was only proposing because the marriage was inevitable. His form of taking control was only trying to take the wheels but still lead us
CARMENI stared at the comment for a long time, almost as if I thought that if I stared long enough, the comment would disappear.Nobody had replied to the allegations, but it had about seventeen likes.If it was a mere allegation, I still didn’t know how to feel about it. How could this person up and say that without prior suspicion? Maybe the person was making speculations about me and Dave, but what about the fact that they were specific about my mother being behind it?“Crap,” I muttered to myself as I reported the comment, hoping for it to be taken down.I dialled Dave’s number, pacing restlessly. Luckily, he picked up the phone.“What’s wrong, Carmen? I already said we’ll talk about—”“Dave, I found something. I’ll send it to you now. Call me when you get it,” I announced, hanging up and rushing to take a screenshot of the comment before they decided to delete it due to my report, sending the picture to Dave and waiting for him to call me back to tell me what he thought.My phon
CARMENDave and I had not spoken to each other in private for a week.These days, he seemed to be more occupied with Kate. Kate’s little sister, Nova, was back from her trip to Paris and was being introduced to us soon as we would all be having dinner together with their family, along with Jasper and Frank.My mom was going around the house, making sure everything was in order as we had been informed that Nova did not hesitate to comment on something she didn’t like.“I just don’t understand why we’re doing this whole thing,” Dave spoke up, gesturing at the entire table which was filled with every food I could think of from different countries. “Don’t you think it’s a little overboard?”“Nonsense!” Steve argued. “It’s the first time we’re all going to be together, complete. There’s no such thing as overboard here.”Dave had been annoyed about something for the past few days, but I was not going to ask him. It would only put more pressure on him, especially if he didn’t want to talk to