CHAPTER TWO
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WAKING UP
Every time I tried opening my eyes, it was always impossible. I could hear voices. Was I going to be stuck here forever? I asked myself.
But this time, I tried again, knowing fully well I would only see darkness. Yet when I finally managed to open my eyes, a bright light pierced through, betraying eyes that had grown used to the dark.
The nurse watching over me gasped, then screamed in excitement.
“Doctor! Doctor!” she called, running out of the room.
Where am I? I thought. My world had been filled with endless darkness, dreams of me running tirelessly, trying to wake up, but never able to.
Moments later, the doctor walked in, his face lighting up.
“Little angel,” he said softly, “you survived.”
I stared at him, confused and weak. My lips trembled as I tried to speak, but my voice failed me. I watched as the doctor checked my pulse gently, his smile kind but his eyes filled with pity.
When I finally found my voice, only one word escaped my lips.
“Jason.”
The moment I said his name, memories came rushing back. The day I was forced to sign the divorce papers. The way he pushed me to the floor. I remembered the pain but quickly excused him. Maybe it was a mistake, I told myself. He didn’t mean it.
Maybe I spoke too rudely to him. That must have caused his actions, I said to myself, trying to blame myself for everything.
“Did any woman or girl come to see me? Even once?” I asked with hope.
“No,” the doctor replied. I could see pity in his eyes.
“So my mother or sister didn’t come to see me? Not even once? Why does my mother hate me so much?” Tears filled my eyes. Yes, I’m bad luck. Who wouldn’t hate me? It’s not her fault. I brought her nothing but pain.
But what about Cassy? Did I do anything bad to her? I asked myself.
Yes, you did something bad. You’re selfish, my own mind accused me. Maybe you shouldn’t have accepted the marriage.
“Who brought me here?” I asked again weakly.
The doctor’s eyes softened. “A man brought you here three months ago. You were in a pool of blood. You passed out the moment he brought you in. He never came back.”
My heart sank. “So... I’ve been unconscious for three months?”
“Yes,” he replied. “Your survival is nothing short of a miracle.”
A part of me believed the man who brought me here was Jason. Maybe he thought I was dead. That’s why he never came back, I reasoned. I tried to deny the truth, but the answer was clear: he never loved me. I was blinded by obsession, desperate to hold on to what we once had.
Maybe if I beg properly, he’ll forgive me, I thought. Was I too stubborn? Too disobedient? What did I do wrong? Maybe I’m just not good enough for him.
Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “Jason, I love you so much. I won’t give up on our love.”
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Six Months Later
Six months passed.
Those months were hell. Sometimes I wished I hadn’t woken up. Why was I even born into this world?
Sometimes, I would sneak into his company just to catch a glimpse of him. Seeing him was enough for me. At least it kept me going. Loving him from afar became my quiet routine.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and every day I tried to stop loving him, but I couldn’t. The more I tried to hold myself back, the stronger the obsession grew.
“What’s wrong with me?” I would ask myself. “Why can’t I move on?”
Of course, I couldn’t move on. He was my first love, the man who made me feel loved when no one else did.
There were days I felt like ending my life. What’s life without family? Without the man I love? Why did I survive the accident? Why was I still here?
But fate had other plans.
While looking for work, I stumbled upon a strange opportunity. Not a normal job, but a chance to be a surrogate mother. I had been tested and found fit to carry a child. The money was more than I could ever dream of.
Maybe with it, I could start over. Get a good apartment. Or travel to another state. Even get a therapist, because right now, I can't think straight. I need someone who can advise me... but would I even listen? I wondered.
Today was the day for the implantation procedure
I walked into the hospital and spoke with the receptionist, who led me to the procedure room. I lay on the bed, trying to stay calm as the doctor entered. After exchanging brief pleasantries, he got straight to business.
The process was painless. I watched silently as he inserted the embryo, the tiny life that wasn’t mine, inside me.
A child would now grow within me. Then I would have to give up the child to the couple? Of course. Am I even worthy enough to be a mother?
I had never met the couple. When I asked to see them, the doctor said there was no need. As long as I was healthy, that was all that mattered.
After the procedure, the doctor called me to his office. His expression was serious.
“There’s been a slight change,” he said. “The intended parents want to meet the surrogate.”
I hesitated, then nodded. “That’s fine. I’d like to meet them too. I want to see the people whose child I’ll be carrying.”
The doctor smiled faintly and left to call them in.
When the door opened and they walked in, my heart froze.
I turned to look at them and, behold, it was Jason and Cassy.
My head spun. My heart pounded wildly. Jason and Cassy were the
couple I had just agreed to be a surrogate for.
My eyes widened in disbelief and fear.
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