Ex-Wife Ecstacy

Chapter 5

Sheila’s pulse roared in her ears. Her fingers twitched at her sides, itching to do something, anything, to wipe the smug expression off Patricia’s face. But before she could move, Victor cleared his throat, right as if he knew what was going on in her mind.

“Sheila,” he said, voice taut with urgency. “You need to know who it was, although I dislike the situation of this scene.”

A lump formed in her throat, immediately, she hears that. For a moment, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. But she forced herself to look at him, her heart pounding like a war drum.

“Who?” Her voice resounding like a roar.

Victor glanced at Daniel, then back at her. “It was Lucas.”

The name sent a cold blade straight through her chest. Lucas? Daniel’s right-hand man? His business associate, and someone Sheila had always been wary of. It was actually a setup she thought, "But why am I so encircled by enemies" Her breath hitched, nausea coiling in her stomach. Suddenly “No,” she whispered. “That can’t be right.”

Daniel’s face darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. “Lucas?” he repeated, his voice dripping with fury. “Why the hell would he?” How did he get to know where I live after the divorce?

She had moved out of Daniel’s mansion, right after the divorce. With all these questions flying around, and no one thinking straight, Daniel's phone kept buzzing violently in his pocket. He yanked it out, glancing at the screen and suddenly, his expression shifted instantly, all his burning anger got replaced with concern.

He answered, his tone urgent. “Hello?”

Sheila watched as his face grew pale. “What? When?” he demanded, suddenly he turned away, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll be there right away. ”You can count on it.

He ended the call and turned to Sheila, his eyes filled with worry. But a man must not cry. “It’s my sister. She’s been in an accident. I have to go to the hospital.”

Sheila’s anger momentarily took a backseat to concern. “Oh my God. Is she okay?” She asked, in a concerned manner. Patiently waiting for him to reply.

Daniel shook his head. “I don’t know. But I need to go now.”

“I’m coming with you,” Sheila said without hesitation. And do not make me think twice.

He nodded, urgency clouding his features. “Let’s go.”

As they hurried out of the apartment and into Daniel’s sleek black car, Sheila’s mind raced. Lucas. Patricia. Betrayal. And now Daniel’s sister fighting for her life. The universe wasn’t letting her catch a breath. It was just a rough time.

As Daniel sped through the streets, Sheila turned to him. “How did you meet Patricia?”

Daniel exhaled, keeping his eyes on the road. “It was years ago. At a business gala. She was… different then. Or at least, I thought she was.” He gripped the steering wheel tighter as he was talking. His face, more stern than usual. Sheila kept on staring at him once or twice during the conversation.

“She worked for one of my competitors”, he continued, but “she was charming, intelligent. She knew exactly how to get into people’s heads.”

Exactly… Get into people’s head and probably into people’s bed as well.

This time, Daniel turned to her and smiled, before focusing on the road again. He just remembered how hyperactive Sheila has always been over the years.

Sheila frowned. “And you trusted her?” She asked after a period of silence.

He scoffed. “Not at first. But she was persistent”, he steered to the left, then to the right and continued driving on. “We crossed paths at multiple events”, he continued “and eventually, I started seeing her as an ally. She claimed she could be valuable to my company. And for a while, she was.”

Sheila narrowed her eyes. “And then?” she said.

Daniel’s jaw clenched. “Then she got too close. Started prying into things that weren’t her business. I realized she wasn’t looking out for me, she was looking for ways to use me so, I cut her off. But clearly, she found another way to stay relevant.”

Sheila swallowed hard, this was a hard game, it was really putting her through tough times. Yes Patricia had been playing a long game. And Sheila had been the ultimate pawn.

As they neared the hospital, a fresh wave of dread settled over her. Phew…”We’re here” he said, as he drove to a halt at the front of a big building, painted white, with the logo, same as the one on the gate at the entrance of the hospital.

They hurried out of the car and off into the hospital, looking for “emergency section”.

Inside the hospital, the scent of antiseptic filled the air as Daniel and Sheila rushed to the front desk. “My sister, Rachel Carter, she was in an automobile accident,” Daniel said, his voice strained.

The nurse quickly checked her records and nodded. “She was brought in half an hour ago. She’s in surgery right now. Please you can wait in the family lounge, who is she to you please?.” She said.

The nurse paused to look at the both of them still staring, confused… Then she continued…”Please, who is she to you? And may I have any identity card of yours to state who you are, thanks.

Daniel, was confused… He had left every of his ID’s in the vehicle, and it was a long walk out there again.

He had no choice, but to start moving gradually. Sheila only stared at him for a brief moment before walking to the row of chairs arranged properly by the wall by the passage way to sit.

After about twenty minutes, Daniel returned with a card in his hand, and when he handed it to the nurse, Sheila realized it was his driver’s license. She had thought to ask why he did not think it wise to give his complimentary card to her. The nurse got it, wrote something out and returned it to him.

While the nurse was taking down his details, Daniel exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. Sheila placed a comforting hand on his arm. “She’s strong, Daniel. She’ll pull through.”

He nodded but said nothing, his eyes fixed on the counter which his license was kept. Shortly after they were done, he walked straight to the double doors of the operating room where the nurse showed them to. The wait began, and as the minutes stretched into an hour, Sheila couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets were that she did not know about, she had become scared of everything and everyone.

Back at the apartment, tension crackled between Patricia and Victor like a live wire. Patricia’s smirk had long faded, replaced by a glare as sharp as a dagger. “You think you can just waltz in here, throwing accusations?” she hissed.

Victor crossed his arms, unfazed. “I don’t throw accusations. I reveal truths. And you, Patricia, are running out of places to hide.”

Patricia’s lips curled in a sneer. “You’re so sure of yourself. But you forget, Victor, I always have a plan.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “And I always have proof.”

Then he walked past her, as he was about to walk out of the door, he turned again to her, and said “I’m leaving, do walk out of someone’s room before you cause a stirrup here.

He waited for her to slowly walk out of the room, before he closed the door behind them.