A DEAL WITH THE BOSSY BILLIONAIRE

Coma

Rowan's POV

I drove home, unsettled, and parked roughly with anger. I walked into my house without looking at anyone, not even Killian or my mother. I headed straight for my room, lying down, still feeling the heavy pain from Nolan's fist. He had a nail in his fist, and it punched my nostril. I can't breathe well. I pretended to be okay when I found out about the s*x tape upload. I knew Sia would be under a lot of pressure, so I pretended to be strong. I injected myself with steroids to last me an hour and a half to get Sia out of the hospital to somewhere safe, not knowing I would later abandon her on the bridge.

I was weak again, dizzy, with blurred eyesight, and my feet paralyzed. Before this, I had cancer, brain cancer. Due to the effect of the blow from Nolan's fist, my chance for treatment is 1%. Neither Killian nor my mother or Nana is aware of it, and I paid my doctor to keep the secret to his grave. Despite my growing condition, all I could think of was Sia. With my last breath, I called Killian, pleading with him to secretly pick up Sia and book her in the hotel for the divorce tomorrow. I made him swear to me with his life that he would not let my mother shed her blood. After receiving Killian's word, I fell into a coma with fast attention given to me by doctors.

Meanwhile, Killian escaped through an exit known to him and me. He drove off to pick up Sia, who was walking barefoot on the bridge. Luckily, before any vehicle hit her or she fell off the bridge, Killian picked her up and drove her to the Chandler Hotel, booking her a presidential suite.

Back to me in a coma, as the doctors contemplated what my condition might be, I was reliving the simulation of where Sia stabbed me to death. But this time, I was spitting out blood in the real world. As the spike in the monitor showed my heart giving up, with no choice, the doctor had to keep me awake with my eyes open. Yet, I was still in a coma, unable to speak and unable to shut my eyes to sleep.

Nana wept and wished she hadn't forced me to get married, promising to give me my inheritance if I woke up and said at least one word. But I was still in a coma. My mother also blamed herself for forcing Sasha on me, believing her actions resulted in my coma. She said if I happened to die as a result of her actions, she would never forgive herself.

I knew my family well. Their sincerity was more of mockery and not true, except for my half-sister, Rosa Terwood, daughter of my ex-husband Edward Terwood, whom I told Killian to send word to handle my divorce in case I was unavailable. She and I are the only ones who do not buy into the feud in the family.

For some reason, I was glad that I was in a coma, and for another reason, I was not. I couldn't help but worry about how I treated Sia at the bridge. I couldn't tell what was happening to me; all I knew was that I wanted her, and somehow I didn't. It was much more confusing than I could find an answer to. As I was in a coma, I felt the divorce was the best option, and I was grateful we had no intimate connection, which could have made it very awkward and hard to let go.

As soon as I deepened in thought, I soon realized my eyesight was not blurry anymore. It happened that I lost my sight; I am blind. The monitor spiked up again, and the doctor and nurse rushed in to check on me and soon realized my sight was gone. They managed to stabilize my body and put me to sleep. Since my eyes could not shut, I fell into another world where I walked around as a blind man with no one to aid me, hearing the laughter of the whole world.

In the outside world, tears fell from my eyes, and what hurt me the most was there was no one to wipe my tears, not even my mom. I wondered how it would look at my funeral, so I vowed to myself that if I ever made it out alive, I would never trust or rely on anyone, not even Sia.

I could hear the doctors whispering and the tears from familiar figures, but I could not see who they were. I was trying to picture what the doctor was saying and what action he was trying to take.

I was an atheist since God failed to save my father from being killed by a bullet. But if I needed to fulfill my wish, I needed to believe that there is a supreme being who is willing to answer my prayer. After all the prayer attempts, nothing felt like it worked. I gave up and soon began to feel my body leaving this world. Before I knew it, I was dead.

Five years later.

I woke up with my sight returned and observed a change in the ward setting; it was more luxurious. I looked to my left side and observed my mother's hair had whitened more, and she was holding a portrait of Nana. I was confused and still couldn't speak. I was astonished at the miracle of my sight, so I turned to the right and saw the calendar. It was no longer 2022 but 2026. From August 10th, 2022, it was now June 20th, 2026.

I had watched lots of movies on time travel and never expected to live in one as a reality. As glamorous as being in a coma for five years was, one thing never changed: Sia haunting me in my dreams and killing me. Aside from that, it was as if I had a vision gift. I could see glimpses of the past and future. After Rosa touched my hand, I felt the smile of Sia and tears. Just after a few clips, I became agitated again. The monitors spiked, and doctors and nurses ran in to take control of the situation. But as the situation was taken care of, I was still blind.