The heart broken doctor

Get out

Amara stood there, her mind spinning as the reality of the situation crashed down on her. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over and rolling down her cheeks. She could hardly breathe as the weight of Olivia’s words pressed down on her chest. Choking on her own emotions, she managed to whisper, "Where is Bryan? I want to meet with him and hear from him."

At her request, a flicker of panic flashed across both Olivia's and Stefania's faces. They exchanged a quick, nervous glance, knowing all too well that if Bryan saw Amara, he might never let her go. Olivia clenched her teeth, her anger simmering beneath the surface as she realized how precarious their situation had become.

"Bryan is not interested in meeting with you," Olivia snapped, her voice cold and final.

Amara’s heart sank. "That cannot be possible," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She shook her head, refusing to believe that the man she loved could abandon her so easily.

Olivia’s anger flared at Amara’s disbelief. Her eyes flashed with fury as she roared, "Do you think I’m lying to you? You call me a liar?" The accusation was sharp, and it cut through the air like a blade.

Amara staggered back, taken aback by the ferocity of Olivia’s reaction. "No... I didn’t mean that," she stammered, her voice trembling. The words tumbled out of her mouth, desperate to appease Olivia. "I just... I need to see him..."

But Olivia wasn’t listening. Her rage had boiled over, and she lashed out with words that struck at the very core of Amara’s being. "You orphan girl!" she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "I showed you mercy and raised you after your parents passed away. I paid for your education. And now you call me a liar?"

Amara felt the world tilt beneath her feet. The harsh words pierced her like daggers, leaving her frozen in shock. She shook her head, her voice breaking as she tried to explain, "I didn’t mean it, Olivia. I just..."

But Olivia’s fury was unstoppable. Her voice rose to a fever pitch as she shouted, "Get out of my house right now!"

The words echoed through the mansion, reverberating in Amara’s ears. Her heart stopped beating for a moment as the reality of what Olivia was saying sank in. "Get out?" she whispered, her voice small and broken. She could hardly believe it. The place she had called home for so long was no longer hers. The woman who had once treated her like a daughter was now casting her out.

Amara stood there, numb and trembling, her entire world crumbling around her. Every dream she had ever had, every hope for the future, was slipping through her fingers like sand. She looked around, her eyes wide with disbelief, searching for some sign that this was all just a nightmare. But all she found were the cold, unforgiving faces of Olivia and Stefania, and the realization that she was utterly, completely alone.

Amara's voice quivered, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked up at Olivia, desperation evident in every fiber of her being. "Where will I go, Olivia? You know I have nowhere to go!"

Olivia's eyes remained cold and unfeeling, her lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line. She took a deliberate step forward, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the vast, silent hall. "That is none of my business," she snapped, her tone cutting like ice. "You've grown up now. It's time for you to find your own way."

A sharp pain stabbed through Amara's chest, and she clutched at her heart as if trying to hold herself together. The room seemed to close in around her, the opulent surroundings that once felt like home now morphing into a gilded prison. She could feel the eyes of the household staff upon her—maids and butlers who had watched her grow up, their faces etched with sympathy and sorrow. Yet, none dared to move or speak, frozen by the matriarch's wrath.

Stefania took a sly step closer, her lips curling into a smug, triumphant smile. Her perfectly manicured hand rested possessively on her still-flat stomach as she leaned in, her voice dripping with malice. "Soon, I'll be Bryan's wife," she sneered, her eyes flashing with delight at Amara's anguish. "And you wish to stay here? Right in front of my eyes?"

The image of Bryan standing beside Stefania, holding her, loving her, slammed into Amara's mind with devastating force. Her breath hitched, and a sob escaped her lips as her vision blurred with fresh tears. The ground beneath her seemed to sway, her legs turning to jelly as the weight of betrayal and heartbreak became too much to bear.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold, marble floor, the sound of her fall reverberating through the tense atmosphere. The impact sent a sharp jolt of pain through her body, but it paled in comparison to the agony tearing through her heart. She looked up, eyes pleading, her tear-streaked face a portrait of utter despair.

Olivia's face twisted with disdain as she glared down at Amara, her voice rising in a furious command that filled the expansive hall. "Stop this pathetic drama and get out now!"

Amara's gaze darted around frantically, searching for a shred of compassion, a glimmer of hope in the familiar faces that surrounded her. But all she found were downcast eyes and tightened lips, the staff too afraid to intervene against their formidable employer.

With trembling hands, Amara tried to push herself up, but her strength failed her. She remained on her knees, broken and vulnerable, her voice barely more than a whisper as she begged, "I have no place to go. Please, let me meet with Bryan... I beg you."

Her words hung heavy in the air, the raw emotion causing a palpable ripple through the room. For a brief moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossed Olivia's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by hardened resolve. Stefania's gaze darted nervously between Olivia and Amara, her façade of confidence wavering as fear crept into her expression. She tightened her grip on Olivia's arm, her knuckles whitening as she silently urged the older woman to stand firm.

The tension in the room was suffocating, each second stretching into an eternity as Amara's desperate plea lingered unanswered. The only sound was the distant ticking of an ornate grandfather clock, each tick amplifying the silence that followed.

Finally, Olivia drew herself up to her full height, her eyes flashing with cold finality as she delivered her verdict. "Bryan has made his choice, and it's not you. Leave now, and don't ever come back."

Amara's shoulders sagged as the last remnants of hope were extinguished. A sob tore from her throat, raw and heart-wrenching, echoing through the vast emptiness that now mirrored her soul. With what little strength she had left, she bowed her head, tears cascading onto the polished floor beneath her.

As she struggled to rise, a gentle hand suddenly appeared before her. Startled, she looked up to see one of the older maids, her eyes filled with empathy, silently offering support. But before Amara could accept the kindness, Olivia's sharp voice cut through once more.

"Leave her. She needs to learn to stand on her own."

The maid recoiled, her hand dropping back to her side as she stepped away obediently, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Amara swallowed hard, forcing herself to her feet despite the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm her. She swayed unsteadily, casting one last, lingering glance around the place she had once called home.