Chapter 5
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CHAPTER 5
~~DAISY’S POINT OF VIEW~~
“He asked us to carry on to save your life,” she added, and I almost had a panic attack.
To save me? Oh goodness! He didn't save me; he just killed me.
He let them kill me and our baby.
I tried to act strong in front of all of them, but I couldn't help it.
Tears blurred my vision, and for the first time in my entire existence, I lost the taste of life.
Why didn't they just let me die rather than take out my uterus?
That would have been preferable. The one thing I always looked forward to growing up was mothering my own kids.
Now that's totally impossible. And Nicholas Grant made it impossible!
“Miss…” the nurse reached forward timidly. “Please take it easy on yourself. Calm down—”
“Please calm do—”
“Don't touch me,” I cut her off, my voice sharp, and she recoiled at once.
I crawled to the edge of the room and hugged my legs with trembling hands. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and my throat went dry.
No noise, no sounds; I just sat there on the cold floor. I stayed on the floor for the next few hours. I cried until I lost the strength to do so. I sobbed until I could no longer see them, and I dozed off on that floor.
Two days later, they finally let me leave the hospital after I had completed all the treatments they gave me. Throughout those three days, Nicholas didn’t call and I was also too heartbroken to mind link him
The only person who did was Kiesha. She called every day, but I never picked up.
I didn't have the strength to speak with anyone after what happened, so I just kept to myself. I was forced to speak when necessary, nodding in approval or shaking my head in decline when needed.
Finally, I was out. I headed straight to the garage and settled into my car.
Graceful as she is, she didn’t waste time groaning to life once I turned the ignition.
With that, I drove home. The ride was lonely,no words, no thoughts, just numbness.
My baby is gone, and my ability to carry another child is gone too.
I should have just been left to die. I'd be happier there,at least I would get to see Mom.
Minutes later, I reached the house and parked outside. I didn’t have the strength to open the gate and drive it inside, so I just left her there.
Slowly, I dragged my feet into the house, but once I opened the door, the first thing I saw made me stop, even though I hadn’t planned to.
I stopped mid-step once my eyes landed on a pair of red panties lying carelessly on the couch.
I walked over and picked them up to take a look,definitely not mine. They weren’t close to being mine. I don’t wear that type of lingerie. I knew it wasn’t, but I just had to be sure.
Perhaps Kiesha just left this here. She’s careless most times.
I took the panties with me and started to walk inside when I saw two stilettos lying at different corners of the sitting room, leading to the bedroom.
The heels were red, matching the panties. They were long, with thin straps winding up the sides.
They looked so much like something Kiesha would wear.
I'm certain those are Kiesha's type of shoes. Why the f**k are her things all over the house?
Ignoring the heels, I didn’t have the strength to bend over and pick them up, so I dragged my feet toward the bedroom door. But soon, I started to hear voices.
At first, I thought it was Nicholas making one of his long, annoying calls with clients, but I was wrong just two steps forward.
It was Nicholas. But he didn't seem to be on any calls,he was laughing hysterically.
“Babe…” I heard him say. “Wash up and come back for more. It's my turn to c*m all over you.”
“Babe?” The red panties were in my hands but I couldn't feel my fingers anymore.
My wolf also went deathly still inside me-no growl,no snarl. Just silence. Still mourning both our pup and womb.
Who is he referring to?
Did he know I was nearby? Or perhaps he's heard my scent.That’s impossible. I was scheduled to be discharged in the evening, but I opted to leave this afternoon.
Without thinking or waiting to breathe steadily, I pushed the door open at once.
It swung wide and slammed against the wall, startling Nicholas.
He jerked up from the bed immediately, not caring that he was butt naked.
I narrowed my gaze toward him, and there he was,my husband, fully naked on the bed, with sheets and pillows everywhere and sweat still glistening on his body.
His eyes bulged the moment he saw me, but the only person I was looking for was the lady he’d been calling “babe” just moments ago.
My knees almost gave away once my eyes met his. Thankfully, I fell back against the door.
Nicholas scrambled off the bed instantly. “Daisy…Daisy, wait—it’s not what you think….please, please,baby, listen, it's not what you think it is.”
“Y-you're c-cheating on me?” I let out a shaky breath.
He rushed forward, hands up as if to touch me and fix something, but I raised my hand, warning him to stand down and not touch me.
“N-Nico…” I gasped, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Y-you… y-you are… cheating?”
“No, I'm not, I swear, baby.” He shook his head. “I swear I am not cheating, Daisy. It's not what you think. I promise I can explain.”
Before his hands reached for me, I stepped back so fast I almost tripped and fell.
“After everything, Nico?” I sobbed. “I thought…”
“Daisy, please stop it. Just calm down, please. I promise you, I can explain.”
“Don't tell me to calm down,” I screamed, slapping his hands away so they didn't get close to my skin.
“You let them take my womb in the hospital and you're here fucki-” The words barely rolled out before I broke down into a hot sob.
“You gave them permission to do that to me,” my voice cracked painfully. “Meanwhile, you're here opening another woman's legs!”
His face crumpled. “No… no… Daisy,it wasn’t like that… Listen… let me explain—”
And then it dawned on me that I hadn’t seen her; she was still in the bathroom.
I shoved him with every ounce of strength I had left.
“Get her out here. Now!”
“Move.”
Is it a woman girl? Why doesn't he want me to see her?
He moved back, blocking my path. “No, baby, please, you cannot see her. Just listen to me, please.”
“Move out of the f*****g way, Nicholas!” I screamed, so loud it shocked me that I could strain my voice that much.
He grabbed my shoulders, and I smacked his hands away. “Daisy, please… baby, let’s talk, just us. Leave her out of this.”
I tried to push past him toward the bathroom door, but Nicholas wouldn’t let me. He blocked the doorway as if his life depended on it, and I wondered why he was hiding her so badly.
“Daisy, please, please just stop. Let’s talk this out,” he reasoned, but I wasn’t willing to listen.
Tears poured down my face, my body shaking violently as I screamed, “Nicholas Grant, I will kill you! you hear me!? I will.”
Despite my threats, he held the bathroom door shut with his back to it. He was trying to keep me from seeing her no matter what it cost.
“Daisy… baby… please…”
I didn’t even let him finish. My palm connected with his cheek, landing a slap across his face.
His head jerked to the side, his jaw tightening up at once while his eyes went wide in disbelief. I was never a violent person, but he pushed me too far.
I had struggled for my life at the hospital, and he was here, balls deep in another woman?
I trusted Nicholas and stood by him all this while.
With that, I turned away; I couldn’t look at him any longer. Not for a second more. I stormed out of the bedroom, my head spinning, and the first place I headed to was the guest room.
I rushed inside, shut the door, and locked it with shaking hands.
Outside, I heard Nicholas’s footsteps, then his desperate voice.
“Daisy… please… open the door, baby. Please talk to me. I promise you it’s not what you think; I can explain.”
I pressed my trembling fingers against my ears; I didn’t want to hear his voice.
I held onto my stomach sobbing… I’m sorry, I should have chosen you.
I should have known and fought harder.
I curled into myself on the guest room floor,hands pressed to the hollow place where my pup should have been and whispered to the darkness:
I should have chosen you. I should have..
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