EMPIRE OF OBSESSION

CHAPTER 5- ANYTHING BUT GOOD

VIOLET’s POV

My eyes fluttered open sometime later but I immediately shut them close, squinting my eyes painfully at the bright rays of sunlight that burned my sight. It was morning already. My nose twitched at the familiar antiseptic smell that filtered in. This smell could only be present in one place in the world—a hospital!

I sat up abruptly as the memories of last night came crashing back. Adrian had abandoned me in the middle of the road and I almost got run over but then, someone else came. Did that stranger bring me here? Where is he now? I didn’t even see his face. I placed my hand to my abdomen, feeling a sharp pain there.

The sound of the door creaking open, caught my attention. I stared with wide eyes at the middle-aged male doctor in his crisp white coat and a stethoscope hanging well over his neck. He walked towards me on the small medical bed with blue sheets I was sitting.

“Good morning, ma’am.” His voice sounded calm and professional as he scribbled down on the file he was holding. “How are you feeling?”

“My stomach hurts and my ankle. I think I might have sprained it.” I answered but my mind was elsewhere. Where is Adrian? Hasn’t he heard that I’m hospitalized? “Doc? Has my husband checked in?” I looked up at him, hopefully.

“I’m afraid not.” He shook his head and that was all it took for my heart to sink right down to the bottom of my stomach. “The only person I know of was the man who brought you in last night.”

My eyes flashed open in curiosity. “Who was he? Did he say who he was?”

Another wave of his head. “No, he didn’t. He did pay for all your expenses before leaving.”

“I see.” How generous. Most people would just hit and run but for him to have gone through all that trouble. Just who was he?

“Well, thank goodness you’re in perfect shape should be ready to go home in a few days.” The doctor announced in his usual professional manner.

“A few days?” My lashes fluttered in confusion. “But I only sprained my ankle. Why do I need to stay so long?”

Placing a hand on my shoulder, the man let out a sad sigh. “Sorry to break it to you in this way, ma’am. I was hoping to pass the news to your husband instead who would be in the best position to let you know.”

“What are you saying?” I brushed his hand off my shoulder in rising anger, with my right hand clenching tightly to my stomach. I feared for the worst at that moment. Oh good heavens, don’t let it be, please. Tears welled up in my eyes.

“You lost the pregnancy, ma’am.”

“No!” A strangled gasp escaped my lips at the heart-shattering revelation.

My chest was instantly weighed down as the world seemed to explode before my eyes and in that moment, nothing made sense anymore. Instantly, my voice broke out in a guttural scream.

I wouldn’t stop weeping loudly as I grabbed onto the pillow, biting down on it and kicking my feet in anguish. The Doctor, taking cue, quietly left me alone. Why? Why the baby? Why did my baby have to die? Not my baby, no please!!!!

It was the evening of that day and yet no sign of Adrian. Tears ran down my face as I stared into the white ceiling of the hospital room. I had called and texted but he didn’t even know open the messages or return my calls.

Pleading with the doctor, I finally got permission to leave the hospital with the promise that I would be back the next day. Only, that was a lie. I called for a taxi which took me to the Mansion.

Adrian would still be at work by this time. At least, for the first time since today, I’d get to eat something and lie down in peace. Paying off the taxi driver, I made my way through the gates and the front door. Emotionally exhausted, I decided to first take a bath before resting.

However, my expectations came crashing down when I opened the bedroom door only to see him pacing the room, no more than fury in a suit. Seeing me, his eyes snapped open in surprise and annoyance. Not giving me a chance to walk in, he grabbed me roughly by the arm. I gasped, almost losing my balance but he held me firmly.

“Where the heck have you been all day, hmm?” He barked into my face, shaking me roughly.

“Adrian…” I mumbled, weakly. “I don’t have time for this, please.”

“You wanna play the victim, huh? Really now?” He sneered at me, his fingers digging into my arm.

“You’re hurting me. Stop!” I yelped, trying to pry free from his grip but just then he shoved me away like a piece of garbage and I twirled, my side hitting the mirror’s desk. “Urgh.” I groaned in pain.

“Get dressed, we’re leaving for a meeting.” His voice rang out.

I lifted my eyes, stunned. “What?”

“My stepfather just got back to LA and he’s requesting both our presence. You better pray you don’t out him off or else—“ He snapped harshly, heading towards the door and holding it open with one hand. “You’ve got five minutes, Violet. Five!” And with that, he slammed the door shut and left the room. He wasn’t even going to ask what happened to me and if I was okay? My eyes swelled but I held it all in.

A few minutes later, I stepped out in a pair of dark corporate pants and a tucked-in blue sleeved shirt. My hair was tied back professionally and I didn’t bother putting any makeup on. Muttering furiously that I wasted an extra five minutes, he got into his car and didn’t even bother holding the door open for me.

I stole a glance as Adrian started the car. His hand clenched tightly on the steering wheel as he drove ahead. He was so anxious that the veins in his arm and temples were too taut and strained.

Not once have I seen my husband this worked up in his entire life.

Why did his stepfather who didn’t give a f**k about his existence suddenly want to see us out of the blue? Whatever it was, and with how Adrian looked, I was certain that it couldn’t be good.