Her Lethal Revenge

The Mystery

The bouquet of flowers dropped from my shaking hands onto the grave. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as l shivered under the rapidly falling snow.

The cemetery was pitch dark and quiet except for the distant hooting of the owl from the hills.

I knelt beside my late mother's grave and caressed the frame of her picture.

The only person who had stood by my side whenever i needed a shoulder to lean on me.

It had been a month after her demise and the pain was only getting more intense.

The antidepressants were not helping as much as i thought they would.

Alphard , the only man i had loved , had promised to accompany me but his phone was off.

I had noticed how he no longer cared about me since my mother's death. It hurt even more imagining that i no longer mattered to him.

Only my step sister held my hand and comforted me. She was there for me even when i went through the cesarean section when my mum was in coma.

I plodded towards the car, staggered and fell right at the door.

I could feel the last ounce of energy slip out of my feeble body as i struggled to open the door.

I shoved a few tablets of the antidepressants into my mouth, groped in the dark looking at my phone which l luckily found.

Alphard's phone was still off and my shaky and wet fingers couldn't type a message.

Frustrated and heartbroken, l decided to leave him a message on voicemail, “l might be dead by the time you get this message, pick me from the cemetery. I love you Alphard.”

I was awoken by my ringing phone after dozing off for l don't know how long.

I could feel shivers and spasms of fear race down my spine as i rubbed my fingers across my eyes.

“Would you please come to the hospital right away?” His horse voice echoed from the other end.

“Hello …. Hello … What's …?” I mumbled but he had already terminated the call.

My daughter, Flossin, was diagnosed with leukemia the day she was born. It was the first and the last time Alphard set his eyes on her.

Three months down the line , and he was always busy whenever l raised the issue of visiting her.

My heart in mouth, my shaky and sweaty fingers on the steering asl sped to the hospital.

In a battle with the tears which l losed while praying to the moon goddess to keep my daughter alive for me.

I could not afford to lose yet another important person in my life.

Doctor Clinton hid the dull expression on his face with a white toothy smile.

I fought the premonition of doom against all odds hoping Flossin was okay.

“Tell me she is okay, doctor!” l breathed as l wiped the tears.

His blank stare was worse.

“Am sorry, Shaline,” he began while caressing my hand and l couldn't control the sobs anymore.

I buried my face in my lap and let the tears flow. I could feel my heart tear apart under the excruciating pain.

“It's unfortunate that we lost her even though we tried our best. Take heart, everything shall be okay, Shaline.”

And there she lay with an eternal smile on her innocent face.

What did l do to deserve all this pain? I broke down afresh as i held her cold body in my hands.

I wished she could wake up and say goodbye.

I wished Alphard was around but his phone calls were not going through, not even Daisy.

“Please, if you are hearing this. Hurry to the hospital, Flossin just passed away.” Another tearful voicemail.

I paced up and down for the next thirty minutes anticipating a response from Alphard that never came.

When it came to me he was always busy. I got in my car, summoned the remaining energy and drove to the pack house.

“You ain't attending the ceremony,” the beta inquired as l stepped out of the car.

“Ceremony? Which …. Am not aware!” I asked as l walked away.

I had no time for his jokes , or so thought it was just a mere joke.

I struggled to hide the tears from the onlookers whose suspicious stares poked holes into my broken soul.

The pack hall was crowded and the soft music was blaring from the mounted speakers.

“What the hell is happening,” l muttered as I scanned through the crowd for Alphard.

My teary eyes landed on the stage and there he was in a purple fitting tuxedo. Beside him was a woman in a bright colored wedding dress.

I moved closer to ensure my eyes were not just playing tricks on me.

My heart pounded in my chest when I remembered my dead daughter in the hospital.

My hands flew to my mouth when my eyes landed on the lady beside him.

My stepsister, of all the people! I wished it was just a nightmare but it daringly wasn't.

A silent scream escaped from my parted lips as my knees certainly became weak.

“Alphard…. Alphard,” l found myself calling his name.

“What are you doing here? You weren't invited, Shaline,” he barked.

A wave of anger raged through my soul as I stared at them.

“Shaline, you are probably wondering why I'm here right! Okay, you don't deserve him. You definitely don't have anything to offer him,” she rasped.

“I have always loved you Daisy, shared a lot with you but you chose to betray me. For how long has this been going on.”

“For as long as you can imagine, b***h. He has never loved you Shaline. You can stay and wash my unties for a few pennies.”

A punch on her chest sent her sprawling on the floor growling in pain.

Alphard came rushing at me and I dodged his slap before l held his hand in the air.

“Nothing is going to change, we are done even if you beat her for the whole day and you know that is not possible.”

“Your daughter is dead,” l whispered.