Mrs. Watson said angrily cursing at me
“What are you talking about” I was confused but still had a bad feeling about it
“My son is in theatre fighting for his life and you are asking what am talking about?” Mrs. Watson said crying
“James. Dad. James. Where is he?” I turned to my dad who was holding the baby anger visible in his face
“Hush” he sighed looking downcast, “honey, I am sorry I didn’t tell you earlier but James got into a fatal accident trying to get here.”
“What?” it was more of a shriek than a question?
“Where is he?” I asked anxiously
“Jane! Hold on.” Dad tried to hold back but nothing could stop me from seeing my husband
“Where are you going? Stay away from my son.&r
"Josh, they took my baby," I said to my brother, who had caught up to me trying to bring me away from there. The woman got out of the car panicked. It seems she did not expect them to notice her too soon."Give me my baby," I shouted at her, trying to get out of Josh's grip. "Back off. All of you," the lady shouted, holding the baby in one hand and a gun in the other. My heart dropped.I didn't expect that outcome. My mind was all on getting Ethan. I didn't want anything to happen to him."Please, my child is only hours old. He has not done anything to you" I tried to reason with her in between sobs. I could not speak properly. My body was becoming weak. My face was covered in tears; I could feel it sticky and rigid. I didn't care all about my image. All I wanted was for the kid to be okay."If you want your son to be alright, better ask these men to
“It’s me, Jane Smith, your wife,” I said shakily “I am married?” he asked again “Yes. And we have a son.” I said, wheeling myself closer to him lifting Ethan to show him “Ethan, meet daddy.” I said jovially before sobbing, “Honey, don’t scare me again like that. I didn’t know what I would’ve done without you.” I cried. He lifted his hand and parted me on my head. “Don’t cry.” He said. I could see the tenderness in his eyes though he seemed distant. At that moment, he held his head, groaning in pain. I cried out, calling his name before pressing the button at the bedside to call the doctors. “Babe, Hold on. The doctors are coming,” I said to him, calling his name over and over. “It hurts.” He said before the doctors barged in the room “Excuse us, Mrs. Watson.” The doctor said to me before one of the nurses wheeled me outside. “What is going on?” Mr. and Mrs. Watson asked me at the same time “James woke up. But …” I said shakingly “But what?” they asked, annoyed “He can’t reme
My heart stopped for a moment. I wanted to see what Cynthia had to say “It’s true. You and I are supposed to be married soon. After your divorce to Jane,” she said without batting an eye. I couldn’t take it anymore and pushed the door open “I see. This is your plan.” I said to the scared Cynthia. The expression on her face said it all. “You could not help and take my man away the moment you get a chance.” If looks could kill, Cynthia would’ve died “Wha... at are you doing here?” she asked, panicked “How dare you hit on my husband lying to him just because he has lost his memory?” I asked in anger “Cynthia. I have never done anything wrong to you. I don’t know much about your history with my husband, but please leave us alone.” I said, slowing to her “Leave Cynthia out of this. Mum says you forced yourself in my life.” James started, “I hate women that force a man to be with them.” He said, looking at me in disgust “Huh. And you believed her?” I asked back. He looked surprised a
Peter hugged me tightly, not letting go until he was sure I had calmed down. "Don't worry. You are not alone. We are here for you," Peter said, giving me a peck on my forehead. I dictated what was to be written in the agreement. The lawyer didn't waste time and came back the same day with the written and printed agreement. Though it did hurt me. I didn't waste a moment and signed the agreement. I had told him before. I would only leave when he didn't want me anymore. It didn't matter whether he was of sound mind or not. His family will never give me peace. I asked dad to wheel me to his ward later at night I didn't knock and pushed the door open. Mr. and Mrs. Watson were with their son. Mr. Watson seemed very angry. "Here are the papers. Sing, and we will have nothing to do with each other." I threw the papers at him together with a pen. He somehow seemed hesitant to do. But was urged by his mother. "Son. Just sign it. You will be free from this gold digger." She said, pointing
“It’s nothing to be worried about.” He said, parting my head lovingly “Dad. Though I have problems of my own, I am a grown-up. I can handle it.” I tried to persuade him some more “Girl, you never give up. Okay. We have noticed some strange activities around you lately. It seems someone is targeting you.” I was stunned by the revelation “What?’ “Yes. That’s why I hired all the guards here to protect you. It seems whoever is after you are determined to get rid of you,” he said, and my mind drifted. I even forgot I just got divorced. My mind was racing, trying to figure out who was it after my life. I didn’t place James on the list. He was the last person that would try to do it. The image that kept on coming to my mind was Mrs. Watson. She was the only one that had the motive and intention to get rid of me. “Could it be Mrs. Watson?” I asked dad. He looked at me, surprised “I don’t think she would go to that extent. Probably one of Watson’s enemies or something.” Dad said, but a
Unknown POV I just landed back in the country after a long business trip. Being tired, I wanted to rest. I didn't know I would meet a horrible scene along the way. "Go through the provincial road," I asked my driver. I felt too tired that I had a severe headache throughout the flight. I wanted somewhere quiet, and the highway was not giving me that. Just as the driver took a corner, we had gunshots. There were people on the road looking down the steep hill. It seems there was an accident. "Just drive through," I said to my driver as he stopped due to the cars ahead of us. We had to go round the vehicles and drive-by. I was going through my emails when the driver called for my attention. "Sir. It seems the gunshots came from up ahead." He said, pointing where a woman was on the road crawling towards what seemed like an infant. A man was standing beside the child, pointing a gun. I cursed under my breath. "What should we do.?" He asked me. I threw him a stern look "What can we d
"It is quite unfortunate," Alex said"Prepare everything for the burial. I want you to investigate and know what happened," I said, heading back to my room. I somehow felt dejected. I had not felt that way for a long time. I stood at the window, looking outside deep in thoughts. It was almost dawn, but the day seemed to carry with it a sorrowful atmosphere.I could remember my sister, Bella. She was a charming young lady full of life. Each time I think of her, my heart softens. Her death was a blow to the whole family. The young woman reminds me of how she died. Killed in the middle of the road by Mafias. I thought I could save her, but it was only my wishful thinking. I felt surging anger rise from within me. I turned and gave the wall a hard fist."Aaaaah," I shouted, the frustration away, sliding down on the wall and sitting on the hard cold floor.I wanted to help revenge her. That was the only thing I could do for her. I took out my phone and called John again."Hi man," he sai
I didn't trust people, especially a public hospital where every Dick Tom and Jerry can access your information. Being sick and wounded most of the time, I had to make my own well-facilitated clinic. I had a team of doctors with the best skills in the world. Money can buy skills but not loyalty.They have been loyal to me. Leaving Jane to them was not an impromptu decision. If they could not help her, then no one wouldWalking in the hallway, I stood before a huge glass partition as a wall. Inside I could see a beautiful woman lying almost lifeless. If not for the beeping of the machine and her slight chest movement, one would think she was dead.She was cleaned and her wounds taken care of. I didn't want to see her at first, but I felt attracted. I held the black doorknob and pushed the glass door, intending to go in. before I could step into the room, the doctor in charge called me over."Good morning, sir." Well, it was almost 8 in the morning."Mmmh," I responded."The patient expe