Chapter4
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Chapter 4
Elara's POV
I rushed into the fastest cab I could find and left the hospital without a second thought.
"Please speed up"
"Please hurry!!"
"Drive faster!!!"
I yelled at the taxi driver randomly, my back not touching the seat as I was on the edge.
"Madam, you'll kill us if you don't relax. You're distracting me and you need to chill" he replied.
But I couldn't care less about being chill. My mother was literally the only person I had left in this world. She was my only family and I couldn't afford to lose her.
I paid the driver before we got to my family house and jumped out of the car before it even came to a stop.
"Hey, Madam! You'll kill yourself!" I heard him yell after me as I dashed into the house.
I saw Dr. Richard and other doctors gathered in the living room. They immediately stood up on seeing me.
"Where's she?" I immediately demanded.
"I'm sorry, Elara. We did all we could" Dr. Richard tried to soothe me but I wasn't having it.
"Where is she?!" I demanded again.
"Her room. Upstairs" he replied calmly.
I ran upstairs and slowed down on getting to her room. I walked in and immediately I saw my mother, I broke down in tears. She laid on the bed, completely dried up and frail. She was unable to speak. She just laid there, awaiting her death.
The attending nurse understood and went out. I sat down beside my mother and wept profusely.
"E...lli...e...is....th...at...you..?" I heard her strain her body to speak.
"Shhh, don't speak, mama. It's me. Please save your strength" I replied, my tears increasing as I sniffled.
"Whe.....ere...is....Ei..-"
"I said don't speak, mama" I cut her off with a pained whisper soaked in tears.
My mother was going before my very eyes and I couldn't do anything about it.
She had been diagnosed with terminal cancer since before I got married to Eiran and we've been taking care of the situation since then.
Before my father passed, a rival company had sabotaged his business and jeopardized his company's credibility. Since I was too young to know anything about businesses, he transferred the company to his assistant to handle until I was ready to take over.
But, his assistant took it further and ran the company to the ground, eloping the city with the remaining profits and leaving my mother in shambles three years ago. Eiran and I were the ones who took care of her well being and medical bills.
The company's associates and shareholders divided and refused tolisten to my mother because she knew nothing of such official eadership.
So when my mother strained her neck and looked at me with tears in her eyes, I completely understood she was weeping for my future. But I was weeping for her present condition.
I didn't care if I had to work 19 jobs, if my mother was alive, I would be content. But I knew it was over. She passed away the next minute.
I cried my heart and lungs out for hours again. The pain just kept increasing. In the space of two days, I had lost my marriage and my only remaining family. What did God have against me?
The funeral was quick and short, only me and a pastor and few family friends.
The very next day, the headlines began coming in.
EIRAN NEVILLE HAS RETURNED TO HOT BACHELOR STATUS!
NEVILLAR DISASTER: SWEET MARRIAGE ENDS IN SHAMBLES
They were just too much. And all the stories had me as the villain. I was accused of infidelity, money laundering, hell even witchcraft. I was obviously the one who had wringed Eiran.
I tried my best to put it all behind me and continue with my life but it followed me everywhere. I couldn't land a physical job and all my contracts on my online portfolios had been either closed or withdrawn.
Most of the termination of employment emails had messages like:
"Sorry, but to protect the image, finances and credibility of our company/firm, we can't be associated with a staff of socially and morally questionable character. Please do not contact us"
Basically, I was a walking threat to the stocks and value of any institute or business I tried to associate myself with. They saw me as a bad investment with nothing but bad to bring to their organization.
Physical applications were even worse. I saw the disgust and judgements in their eyes anytime I walked into their offices. From the HRs, to the receptionists to even the security personnel, everybody looked at me like a human virus.
No matter how much I tried to put it behind me and act unfazed, I cried and cried and continued crying for days, weeks, stretching into a month.
All my online colleagues and referrals abandoned me and avoided me, deleting any connections with me. I was in shambles and completely devastated.
One day I was on my way back from another unsuccessful job application and I started feeling dizzy. I managed to get down from the train and make my way out of the subway station, hurrying to catch a cab.
But immediately the sun outside hit me, my eyes spun and everything went black.
I woke up to strange lights and immediately sat up.
"Hey hey hey... Relax, ma'am. You're in a hospital" a calm voice called at me.
I looked and saw a smiling doctor.
"How did I end up here?" I asked him skeptically.
"Well, you passed out on the road and a good Samaritan was kind enough to rush you to the hospital. Fortunately, he did so on time or we would have lost them" he smiled at me.
My brows creased. "Lost who?" I asked.
"Oh, you don't know?" He asked and walked to a monitor and pointed at three scanned figures that made my eyes squint.
"I'm lost here" I replied.
"Miss Camden, you're carrying a healthy set of triplets!"
- Writer
