Not A Second Chance

Starting afresh

I woke up and found myself in a hospital. I looked at the time on the ward room clock; it was twelve a.m.

Soon, I heard the door opening and closing, and a man in white clothing that smelled of medicine came in.

"Oh, Miss Rosé Beaumont, you are awake, thank goodness. I am sure you must be feeling weak, you have to eat, and do not worry about medical bills—Mr. Dwayne paid the bills. Make time to thank him, and he brought food too."

I was sick of hearing what the doctor had to say.

"Enough! Make sure you return their money. I do not want the food, take it away. How much is the bill? I will pay."

"At least eat the—" the doctor continued.

I stared daggers at him.

God, if glares could kill!

"You might end up blacking out because of your stubbornness," the doctor tried persuading me.

He was not a bad person; he was just trying to help me.

But I got down from the hospital bed, yanked off the needle inserted in my veins—which caused a few drops of blood to escape from my hand—and set out to leave.

The doctor sighed softly.

My attendee and guards escorted me to the car.

"Madam, we have the names of those who were involved in the incident. Should we take action?"

I frowned. Those people dared to lay hands on me, they must pay.

I nodded.

The doctor returned Thomas's money.

I got to my house. News had reached everywhere that the ex-Mrs. Dwayne had attempted stealing; but the news immediately disappeared.

This got people to question whether it was real or not. Soon the news died down and was labeled as fake.

No matter how much Lisa tried to push that story around, no media outlet agreed to publish it, and she had to let the matter go.

That was it. I was going to leave the city.

I made sure to meet all my assistants and the board of executives I had left in charge of my companies.

Even though I was leaving, that didn't mean I would abandon my wealth.

I decided on the Netherlands.

I would go there and start afresh.

……

Netherlands

It was already eight p.m. when I arrived in the Netherlands. I dragged along my three traveling bags, wheeling them down to the airport exit.

A man with a neutral aura sighed while sitting in a Rolls-Royce. He was supposed to pick someone up by seven-thirty p.m., but was too busy with work and ended up coming by seven fifty-nine p.m.

"Boss, I am sure your sister is already home," Lucas, the chauffeur, assured his already tired and worried boss.

His boss received a phone call, the caller ID showing "Nana" on the screen. The man narrowed his eyes before answering it. Immediately, an angry old voice boomed, "Where are you, young man? What were you thinking?! Darling had to call home so we could come pick her up! I just gave you a simple task—pick your sister up at the airport by six-thirty along with flowers, hmph!"

The old woman hung up, and the man turned to his chauffeur.

"Sir... I thought it was 7:30," Lucas gulped down nothing in particular.

The man stared daggers at him and ordered him to drive.

Meanwhile, a certain someone—me—was trying to carry her heavy bags, but I was far too fragile and not strong enough. My palms reddened as I had been dragging them around.

I never seemed to learn.

I always tried to be "independent." I hated that everyone saw me as weak, so I always tried to do things myself as if to prove that I was not as frail as they thought.

It was already late, and there were no taxis around. It started to rain, and I cursed at the clouds before immediately making a sign of the cross.

Ah, I am sorry, I apologized to the sky in my head.

I used my phone to check my location and found out the closest hotel was far away from me. I had almost given up, but I had to try.

It was December. The cold was threatening and heightening at a fast rate, and everyone was indoors.

I tried trekking faster because robbers might be lurking around in the growing dark.

I wished that intimidating voice that was telling me to run could encourage me to start running again.

That day, I had run because of the pressure, the constant stares, the voice that played in my mind—everything was suffocating, and worst-case scenario, those two showed up.

"Shoo, shoo, shoo!" I shook my head, panting. I wanted to forget the past.

I am here for a new start, I said to myself.

"Whoo!!" As I let that out, cold breath billowed from my mouth. I gasped for air as I kept trekking further.

If I said I wasn't scared, I would be a big liar. Using a taxi would take about an hour or so to get to the hotel.

Walking on foot was going to take double that time.