ELLEN My heart hammered against my chest. I was so engrossed in the thought of Oliver's death that I forgot the symptoms of an asthma attack. My mother had asthma and Sophie has it too, but at that moment, I forgot the severe shortness of breath, chest pain, coughing, and wheezing. Tears were now streaming down my eyes as I was oblivious about what to do. I had to gently stand and search for his phone to look for help, but it was locked and there were no numbers in his emergency contact except for one saved with a heart emoji. I was not interested in what it meant at that moment, so I dialed it. It rang and I heard the sound upstairs. I looked up toward the stairs and looked at the man wheezing on the floor and that was when it hit me. He was asthmatic. With the phone still in my hand, I ran back to him and searched his pockets, but his reliever inhaler was not there. I quickly dropped the phone on the table and went to help him sit up. He was a heavy man, but I tried to
ELLEN I went down the stairs, grabbed my purse from the kitchen, and stomped away from the mansion. I refused to let the tears that stung my eyes fall. I would not cry for whatever he did. I should know by now that he was a bloody, God-forsaken ingrate. I bumped into someone by the living room door because I did not pay attention to where I was going. Looking up, I saw Dante looking at me with a slight frown. I blinked and made to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm and drew me back. "Hey, Ellen, are you alright? " "Yeah, I am fine. I need to go." "I can drop you. Oliver asked me to pick some files and I will be heading to the office from here." "I am not going to the office," I said in a hoarse voice. I did not want to speak to anyone at that moment and wished Dante would understand, but he was not giving up. "Did you not come to make coffee for Oliver? I did not see your driver around." "Dante, I did not come from home, I slept
ELLEN "Mommy!" Sophie yelled as I came into the door. She was seated with Kennedy at the dining table going through her assignment. She threw her hands around my neck, and I hugged her back, kissing her cheek and she giggled. I loved my daughter so much that only her laughter brightened me. I was happy that she was happy, but I knew a time would come when she would get tired of not seeing me in her life, especially at the most important moments of her life, starting with her annual ballet dance. I took her to the seat and kissed Kennedy's cheeks. We exchanged pleasantries and I went up to my room to change. Lily was in the kitchen, and she followed me to my room once she saw me. "Hey," she said, closing the door gently behind her. I was on the bed, taking off my shoes. I smiled at her. "Hey, Lily." I knew why she was in my room, but I do not want to bring up anything from work right now. "How do you feel?" "Tired." She came to my bed and sat besid
ELLEN A few days passed in the office, and nothing happened. I avoided Oliver in the best way I could. After he left me in San Francisco and returned to Los Angeles, I called Kennedy to book me a flight back home, because I realized that I also forgot my debit card along with the flash drive. I went to work the next day by myself, evading his driver and drove with my little scrap car which Lily gave to me and he did not act as if something happened. I did not react because it was my fault. But I avoided him more after that day. Today, I was standing by the entrance of the company's event hall, looking at what was going on. My place was supposed to be by my boss' side, but I wanted the slightest opportunity to sneak out from the hall and attend my daughter's ball. I had promised Sophie that I would be there, and Kennedy had called my phone for the one-thousandth time. I told Oliver that I wanted the day off, but he did not agree to let me take the day off. I knew I wo
ELLEN I stood in front of him as he tapped his pen on the desk repeatedly saying nothing. I knew he was looking for the most hurtful words to use on me. I was ready for them, and I had my answer already made up for whatever question he threw at me. After the San Francisco incident, I went to work on my own. I no longer used his driver or whoever he sent, and he understood and stopped sending drivers to my house. That was the first step in breaking free from him. "Miss Knight, do you care to explain why you left work halfway yesterday, without prior notice?" "I had an emergency and I told Mr. Dante Moreno." "Dante did not employ you. I did!" he snapped. "I am sorry, you were all busy and I couldn't reach you directly." Silence followed my explanation, and I was forced to look at him. He was pinning me down with his eyes and I quickly dragged my eyes away. "Did you know why I hired you for this job?" he asked. I shook my head. "Good. I hope you know you are not qualified for
ELLEN Oliver scrambled up from his seat as I barged into his office, his eyes staring intensely at me. I did not care about the color of wrath he wanted to breathe out, but I would not stick around to explain my rapid behavior because it was a matter of life and death. "Mr. Monero, I am sorry, but I must leave now. It's an emergency." My mission was done, so I turned back and flew out of the office, not giving him a chance to say something. I knew this could bring about my dismissal from this job, but Sophie's life was more important than all the money in the world. I usually carry her inhaler in my purse just in case something like this happens. The mistake I made was not giving her classroom teacher one to hold. On my way out, I texted Lily that I was going to the hospital. I got to the hallway, which was usually deserted by this time, and entered the elevator. I was so panicky and distracted by my phone that I did not notice the person who entered with me. But
ELLEN Sophie was calm and sleeping when we got there. Kennedy was already in the room, and he stood up when he saw us. His glare at Dante told me he did not take Dante's presence well. "What is he doing here?" Kennedy gritted after I checked on Sophie. Her class teacher had called on the way and said she was taken to a real hospital. I looked from him to Dante who was somewhat confused and stepped in before Kennedy forgot his clenched fist on Dante's face. My guess was he assumed Dante was my selfish, arrogant boss. "Ken, this is Dante from work. Dante, this is Ken, my younger brother." Ken's features relaxed and he took the hand Dante stretched out to him. "I had heard nothing about you," he said. "Same here," Dante replied with a smirk and they both looked at me. I was seated beside Sophie now and holding her hand in mine, glad that she was fine and was only sleeping. I wondered if Dante would recognize her features and connect them to Oliver because
OLIVER My head felt like a jackhammer was hitting it. I groaned and tried to move my body that seemed trapped but the pain that shot through me made me relax. My eyes fluttered open, and I was blinded by bright lights. I tried to raise my hand to shield my eyes, but it seemed heavy, so I shut them again. When I opened them again, my vision had normalized, and I realized that I was staring at the ceiling of a hospital room. The accident flashed in my eyes. "Fuck it, that son-of-a bitch," I cursed. I knew that it was a staged accident, but I was yet to find out who did that. "Welcome back," a too-familiar voice said. I turned and saw Dante sitting on a chair beside my bed. I eyed him and sat up in bed. A cannula was attached to my hand and my left leg was wrapped up in bandages making them look big and a splitting pain came from there. "No serious injuries, no internal bleeding, only a few broken ribs, and a broken limb," Dante explained. "Can I get the fuck o