Mr Billionaire's Nanny

Episode 4

Jenna's POV

I didn't bother to wait for Chris's response. I didn't spare my sister a glance either; I just turned my back on the duo and walked upstairs to do what I came back for. After packing some food and stuff for Kulture, I walked out.

The moment I climbed into my car, the quiet space became a suffocating contrast to the screaming chaos I had just left. The fake exterior I'd so carefully constructed crumbled and a loud, ugly sob broke from my throat, shaking my body.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless. I hit the steering wheel over and over. "Damn it," I sobbed. "Damn him. Damn her."

The thought of how he made love to her filled me with more pain. I couldn't remember the last time we made love, we've only been f*****g. But here he was with another one, being all lovey.

I had nobody to blame but myself. The universe had given me a screaming red flag, and I'd foolishly chosen to ignore it, convincing myself his love was real. It wasn't. He was never worth it.

I cursed the years I had wasted, the tears I had cried, and the love I had given so freely. I laid my head on the steering wheel, letting the tears flow until they were all gone.

The thought of my daughter made me realize there was no point crying over spilled milk. "Kulture..." My daughter needed me. I couldn't fall apart. Not here. Not now.

At that realization, I lifted my head, using the back of my hand to wipe away the last of the tears. My hands trembled as I started the engine. With my eyes closed, I inhaled and exhaled sharply to calm myself down before driving back to the hospital.

***

I arrived at the hospital parking area with a heart heavy with suppressed feelings. A loud crash cut through my thoughts, my eyes widening in shock.

I stopped the engine, panting heavily as my eyes darted around through the rolled-down glass to see what the problem was. And that was when I saw him; a man with a hard and very furious expression. He was standing beside his car, which I had crashed into as I tried to park mine absentmindedly.

"What the hell is wrong with you? How can you be driving so absentmindedly?" He yelled angrily, and the air seemed to vibrate from the intensity. It was as if the yell somehow became fuel that just made my anger from everything burn harder.

"And aren't you supposed to know how to park well? Is that how to park, knowing fully well that you aren't the only one to use this space?" I yelled back as I stepped out of my car, my nostrils flaring in pure anger. The man's jaw dropped in shock for a split second before he could reply to me. Maybe he wasn't expecting my outburst, I wasn't either.

With a calmer tone, he said, "Aren't you just brazen, woman? You should be sorry for bashing my car, yet you have the nerve to yell back at me? What sort of person are you?" His eyebrows were furrowed as he narrowed his eyes on me, but I wasn't in the mood to back down.

"You should be the one to be ashamed for standing there, yelling at me because of a small scratch which was partially your fault! I wouldn't have bashed the car if you had parked well." I argued back blindly, my chest heaving in fury.

The man scoffed, obviously in disbelief, looked at me for a second, and as if he had assessed me completely, he shook his head. "What else was I expecting from you? You're just a woman who is desperate for attention." He spat out and got into his car.

I scoffed at his lame comeback and yelled after him. "f**k you!" He didn't reply to me any longer as he was already driving away.

"f**k you, f**k my husband, f**k my sister... f**k you all!" I screamed out my frustration into the empty parking area and exhaled in relief. Somehow, this outburst let me release a lot of tension. After a few seconds of calming myself down, I put on a smile and walked through the hospital door, ready to see my daughter with a clear mind.

"Mommy, you're here." Kulture's voice welcomed me into her room as I smiled widely at her. She was now fully awake, and a nurse was with her.

"Yes, baby, I'm here." I said as I pulled her into a warm hug.

"Are you feeling better now?" I asked her after pulling back from the hug.

She nodded slowly, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

"Mommy is so, so sorry, baby. I promise, I'll never let anything happen to you again." I said, taking her hands. It took me great effort to stop tears from pouring down my eyes. Just seeing her lying weakly, even though she was awake, on that bed broke my heart so much, and I became overwhelmed with guilt.

"Where's Daddy?" She asked softly. My heart skipped a beat, and I gritted my teeth for a second as I thought of what to tell her.

"He is coming to check on you later, baby." I replied, managing a small smile.

"Why not now, Mommy?" She asked again, her eyes staring intensely at mine as if she could sense something had gone terribly wrong.

I cleared my throat and forced a bigger smile. "It's because he's busy at the moment. Very busy with some adult issues that you wouldn't understand. So you just need to relax well and get better before he comes, okay?" I said, brushing her hair with my fingers. She seemed satisfied with that response and nodded.

I gave her the food I'd packed for her, and read her stories for a long time. Soon, it was 8 pm; her bedtime. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead as she slept peacefully, while I prayed for her safety.

"I want my Mommy!" A sharp cry, however, cut through my prayers, and I turned around, instantly drawn to the direction of the noise.

Curiously, I stepped out of the ward, following the direction of the crying voice. And there, at the opposite ward, I could see through the transparent glass door a little boy who would definitely be around my daughter's age, crying profusely and calling for his mother as Doctor Vincent attended to him.

My legs instinctively drew me closer to the glass door, and I stood there, looking at the little boy, not understanding why he was crying so loud.

After a moment, the doctor, as if sensing someone was staring, turned his head to look at me.

"Jenna?" He called out, but before I could reply, the little boy also turned around, his teary eyes meeting mine.

Then something strange happened; the sadness on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a bright smile as he shouted happily, running towards me;

"My Mommy is here!"