Jason"WHAT THE FUCK?" I shouted with my eyes burning with rage, staring at the man who had just attacked me."This is what you deserve for what you did to my sister!" he snarled, his eyes filled with hatred. Catching me by the collar and pulling my face close to his, he whispered, "How dare you?""What the fuck!" I repeated my words, feeling a surge of fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins as I grabbed his hands off of me and pushed him away. "I never touched your sister," I gasped, trying to reason with him before things escalated further."Jason..." he cut me off with a menacing growl, his grip tightening on my collar. "How dare you hide the truth from me ?" He seethed, his voice low and dangerous. "She was in pain, suffering from a life-threatening disease, and you never thought to tell me?" I could see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes, and I knew that this situation was far from over."You guys, this is a hospital; you can't cause a scene here," one of the hospital staff
KieraIt hurts when I move my arm. My head is also pounding with a headache. And if more than that, I am aching in my stomach too.I groaned, opening my eyes, only to find myself in a hospital bed with an IV drip in my arm. The bright lights and beeping machines around me made me realize that my situation was more serious than I had initially thought.I looked around the room, and no one was there, causing a sense of unease to settle in. I tried to recall what had happened before waking up in the hospital, but my memory was hazy at best.As memories started to slowly come back, I remembered puking blood and fainting on the bathroom floor, and then Jason brought me here, only for me to find that I had lost my baby.The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and tears welled up in my eyes as I processed the heartbreaking news. I moved my hand to touch my belly but felt nothing but emptiness. The emptiness mirrored the grief I felt in my heart, knowing that I had lost a piece of myself
Kiera"Kiera..." a voice called out from the doorway, breaking me out of my thoughts. I turned to see a familiar face, grasping for air as if they had been running to find me. "What are you doing here?" he said, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace. "Careful that a baby is sleeping in my arms," I whispered, smiling at the unexpected reunion."Baby..." he trailed off, his eyes widening in surprise as he caught sight of the small bundle in my arms."Is this..." he began, his voice filled with wonder and joy as he looked at the peaceful face of the sleeping baby."Yes," I replied softly, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment settle over me as I watched him gaze at the baby with awe. "Is it cute ?" I asked, feeling a rush of happiness at the sight of him bonding with our child. "Absolutely adorable," he replied, his eyes never leaving the baby's face as a smile spread across his own."Why did you leave the room earlier?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued as he continued to ad
Jason"Yeah, she is in the room," I called and informed Kevin as I laid Kiera on the bed."I am coming," he replied, ending the call before rushing to the room. I watched as Kevin entered, concern evident on his face as he approached Kiera."Kiera..." Kevin called, breathing heavily as if running all the way to the room. "Thank God you're saved," he mumbled, making his way towards Kiera, standing by beside Kiera's bed, ignoring me. I stood back, feeling a pang of jealousy at Kevin's obvious concern for Kiera. As he leaned in to check on her, "Don't scare me like that again," he whispered softly, relief evident in his voice.Kiera nodded her head with a smile plastered on her face, grateful for Kevin's presence. "I'm sorry," she replied softly, reaching out to hold his hand. Kevin squeezed her hand gently, his worry dissipating as he looked into her eyes with a reassuring smile."Fool," he mumbled, wrapping her arms around Kiera tight. "I'm just glad you're okay." Kiera closed her eyes,
JasonA month has passed since Kiera's leukemia treatment started, and Kiera's body has shown signs of improvement. Her cancer is responding well to the treatment. But she still has a long road ahead of her.I am happy to see her progressing and remaining positive throughout this difficult time. The babies that we met at the hospital have been a source of inspiration for her to keep fighting. Some of them are adopted by families that will give them the love and care they deserve. At the same time, some are still waiting for a family to take them home.Now and then, Kiera asks me to visit some of the babies still waiting for a family. Both Kiera and Aria love to spend time playing with them and giving them love and attention until they find their forever homes. She is keen on advocating for herself. But she won her battle against cancer first.Everything seems to be going well so far, but even with that, Kiera is in so much pain and struggles to find the strength to keep fighting. Seei
KieraI have so many things that I have planned for my life: rebuilding my father's company, spending my time with Jason and Aria, traveling the world with my loved ones, and rebuilding my happy childhood memories with Kevin.I thought I had everything planned and was so happy until I realized that life doesn't always go as planned.Death seems to be knocking on my door, threatening to take away everything I hold dear. But I won't let it win. But sometimes all my hope and strength go to waste when I lie down in bed and sleep is nowhere to be found, my mind consumed with fear and uncertainty. And if, by chance, my eyes get heavy with sleep, nightmares of losing my loved ones haunt me, making me wake up in a cold sweat, fearing the worst. My mind is filled with nightmares of losing everything I love. I struggle to find peace and tranquility in the darkness of the night. My body aches with exhaustion, and no matter in what position I move, the restlessness persists.Sometimes, even breat
“Mom see, I brought a lot of groceries,” I said, placing a big sack full of veggies, meat, eggs, toiletries, and everything that was necessary for us to survive for a whole week. The last few days have been hard; we barely had enough to fill ourselves, and after Dad's accident, Mom totally scattered. She still tries her best, but I can see how broken and hurt she was after that day. Her smile and the cheerful, bubbly attitude of my mother somehow faded away, and there has been a 180-degree change in her personality. I don’t like seeing her scattered but, no matter how much I try, I can't help her. It's been difficult for me to witness the toll that Dad's accident has taken on my mother. Despite her efforts, it's clear that she is struggling to cope with the emotional and physical aftermath. I wish there was more I could do to support her during this challenging time. “Jason,” Mom called, with her voice sounding weaker than usual. “Come sit beside me,” she said, patting the empty spa
Things don't always go as planned in life, and while that may sound like a quote, it's the reality of my life. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that my life would take such an unexpected turn, forcing me to sacrifice my desires for the sake of my father. Everything was perfect. Now it feels as if someone is waking me up from a strange fantasy, presenting me with a truth that is totally different from my perception. And the person sitting next to me is the root of all this chaos. The reason for ruining our lives, the reason for my father's sadness, and the devil who somehow found the very right time to ruin our lives at our most vulnerable moment, crushing our livelihood without giving us a chance to stand. And that person is Jason Gray, a man of immense power and a cruel heart. The same person to whom I'm legally bound as his lawfully or more forcefully wedded wife, despite the fact that we have shared no vows, promises, or love for each other. And, as much as I would like