Tired.I woke up tired and hungry, too hungry.I sat up slowly, the pungent smell of the hospital filling my nostrils. It was not the most pleasant scent, but it was familiar by now. I tried to ignore it as I take in my surroundings.Outside my ward, I can hear the indistinct chatter and laughter of people passing by. Maybe they're talking in the hallway, or maybe they're out in the tiny playground for sick kids. Either way, their voices blend together into a comforting background noise.In the distance, I could hear the cries and wails of other patients. Probably form the other wards, It was a sad sound, but it was also a glaring reminder that I wasn't not alone in thag place. We were all there together, fighting our own battles.And then there was the sound of my own heartbeat, softly thumping in my chest. It's a steady rhythm, I was still alive, still there. I took a deep breath, trying to push aside the discomfort of the hospital smell and the noise of the outside world. I focuse

Whatever it was, I don't think I had any reason to stay anymore, with him or in the house.I slowly pushed the door shut behind me. With a sigh, I made my way to the queen-sized bed, sinking into the soft material.Taking a moment to breathe, I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. The walls were painted a soothing shade of grey, with accents of rose scented candles flickering in the corners. It gave the room a warm and inviting atmosphere, one that usually instantly put me at ease, but it didn't anymore it just reminded me the more, why I needed to leave.The decor was simple and elegant, with minimalistic furniture that complemented the overall aesthetic. There was a gender-neutral vibe to the room, making it feel welcoming to anyone who entered.Victor knows his way around design, I'll give him that. After sitting on the bed and in the dark for what felt like hours, I stood up to go the bathroom. Despite having showered before dinner, I still felt sticky and irrita

I woke up the next morning feeling like a heavy weight was pressing down on me, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Depression settled over me like a thick blanket, making it hard to summon the energy to even get out of bed. Zara had came to take me to the dining for breakfast, but I couldn't bring myself to join them for breakfast, she even brought it to me as Victor wanted but I had less appetite than my will to live. Instead, I dragged myself to the bathroom, showered, and dressed in clothes that felt too light for my weary body.Back in bed, I hesitated before reaching for my phone. I knew there would be notifications waiting for me, but I wasn't sure if I had the strength to face them. With a heavy sigh, I finally checked my phone and was greeted by a flood of notifications. One of them was a news page I had subscribed to before the baby incident. They had reposted a picture of Victor and me at a red carpet event we attended together. As I stared at the image, I couldn't help but

After finishing my chocolate and binge-watching a series of Korendramas, I spent the rest of the morning cooped up in my room. I whiled away the time, staring at the ceiling. When Zara showed up with lunch around one o'clock, I wasn't particularly hungry, I barely had any appetite. Despite that, I managed to eat a little of the casserole and drank the apple juice, leaving not a drop in the cup.Deciding not to bother Zara to clear the plates, I gathered the tray and utensils and made my way to the kitchen. As I entered the living room, I noticed that the guests had already left, leaving only Ashley behind, tapping away on her laptop. Victor was also nowhere to be seen.As I entered the living room, Ashley glanced up briefly and gave me a slight bow before returning to her tasks. She seemed completely absorbed in whatever she was doing, tapping away at her laptop with intense focus. I figured she must be dealing with something important, given her serious demeanor.Understanding that s

 I woke up to a disorienting haze, unsure of the time or my surroundings. My vision was blurry, and it took a moment for everything to come into focus. As clarity slowly returned, I realized I was surrounded by the frantic voices of Victor, Zara, and Ashley. They sounded panicked and worried.  The room was dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the walls from the soft glow of a lamp in the corner. The air felt heavy with tension, and I could sense the urgency in their voices.  Struggling to sit up, I rubbed my eyes and tried to make sense of the situation. It was clear that something was wrong, but I couldn't quite grasp what it was. My head throbbed with a dull ache, adding to my confusion.  I struggled to comprehend the flurry of words swirling around me until a few seconds passed. Through the haze, I noticed a woman dressed in a black polo shirt and ripped jeans standing