Chapter Three
1600 Words
Amelia pov
"Beep! beep!' the sound kept echoing in my head, penetrating my sleep as I opened my eyes.
I scanned the place I was in, a white room, a machine whose sound kept penetrating into my head. I did not need anyone to tell me that I was in the hospital.
My mind raced back to the events that had happened before, and the last memory of me crying and lying on the ground while rain poured heavily on me. Someone must have brought me here then. But who? Because I am sure I have no one to care for me.
I tried to move my legs, but pain spread through my whole body like fireworks sharp and unforgiving. A burning ache curled between my thighs. My breath caught. Please… please let my baby be okay.
As if on cue, a nurse walked in with a folder in her hand her eyes soft with sympathy. " You are finally awake," she said, and she used her hands to feel my temperature.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
I swallowed hard, voice trembling."How is my baby?" I asked.
She heaved a sigh. "I am sorry, but we could not save her. your body suffered too much pain”
I shut my eyes tight, squeezing my hands as the burning, painful sensation wobbled around me. I had lost my baby, I had lost the only thing that I had left. I wanted to cry, but tears did not fall; it seems like my bank of tears was empty, my soul was too broken to cry.
I had lost everything. She took one last look at me and walked away.
I stayed still for a while, enjoying the silence and fighting the sad events of my life that were playing on repeat, from losing my parents, to my grandma's sudden death, to losing my husband, who was never mine in the first place.
Silence was what I needed.
But it did not last for a while. I tried getting up and found out that my legs were chained. Tried again but could not let go. What the hell was happening?
"Somebody please help," I screamed.
The door opened slowly, Daniel walked in with an evil grin on his face, he dragged the chair and placed it close to me before sitting down with his legs crossed. "No one dear, is coming to save you."
I glared at him, anger boiling within me. "What do you want?" I asked.
"To see your face one more time before we part ways. I want to have two long-lasting beautiful meory of you. One, is the last s*x we had before I engaged Ashley that same day, you looking at me with those innocent eyes of yours, wearing my t-shirt. You don't know how much it made me angry that you had worn the shirt that had an Ashley scent in it," he said, and stood up to pour the water that was in the glass jug.
"You are a monster!" I spat out as tears welled up in my eyes once more.
"And the second one would be, this face of yours, red, swollen, broken, and angry. These are the two memories I want to hold on to. And don't blame yourself, you are just some soft woman who thinks everyone is as gentle as you are, and believe me, I tried finding you attractive, but you are not just beautiful.
God must have been so bored when creating you that he made you so ugly and boring. And I forgive you for wasting my time. What I don't forgive you for is trying to tarnish Ashley's reputation when you know fully well that she is a model and her reputation matters."
"And mine does not matter, or I don't have a reputation? You called me a w***e! Of all the names, a w***e!" I screamed my voice getting cracked.
"But what are you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, "and don't call yourself my wife because I never loved you. I was never yours." He said.
I smiled as my eyes looked at him, from the crow of his head to his feet. The man whom I once looked at with love was now replaced with disgust. "Do you know what?" I asked.
"You are pathetic, useless, and foolish. At least I liked you for five years, you spent your whole life pining for a woman who did not even want you one bit. You are the pathetic one, you are the w***e, the lost dog that she can call at any time and leave at any time. How sure are you that she is pregnant with your child? She could be with her husband and child. You could be impotent, Daniel. Has that ever occurred to you? Because people get pregnant even with birth control pills. It could be that you are not man enough for that."
His grip tightened around his glass as he sent death glares to me, his blue eyes darkened with hatred. "f**k you."
I rolled my eyes," Oh please. I have already done that and it's boring. One style every day is boring. How can you, with your only missionary style, satisfy a slut like Ashley?" I asked.
He glared at me before drinking the water in one gulp. " I would have answered you, but I will give you the chance to hate me, because in three seconds, darling," he said and walked towards my bedside and sat beside me.
"You would be arrested for forgery, vandalizing my property, and defamation, and you would have no attorney to defend you. You would spend your whole life hating me while I satisfy Ashley with styles I reserved only for her," he said and walked away.
I stared at the door long after he had gone and waited patiently for them to arrest me. I was just too tired to even say anything or do anything.
A few minutes later, they walked in and took me to the prison.
THREE MONTHS LATER
It's been three months since I've been in this prison. I had resigned to my fate. Becky visited me once but did not come again. And if I am being honest, I am pretty content with this life. I have made friends, and I am seeing it as a fresh start to not make the same mistakes I had made.
Usually, they send newspapers to the prison, and I had learned some things, like the fact that Daniel and Ashley got married and he spent their honeymoon in Dubai. It felt like a stab on my face, but I have gotten used to it. Besides, he was never mine to begin with.
Life has been sad and just there.
The prison gates rolled open as the prison warden walked in and stopped at my cell. Her eye scanned around and found mine. "Amelia Donovan. You have a visitor," she said.
I have a visitor? Who could that be? The last time I checked, I had no one and no siblings, so who could this visitor be?
I followed her until they led me to the visiting room. A handsome, tall man who was putting on dark glasses sat in the chair with two men wearing all black by his side. Even through his dark glasses, I could feel his eyes on mine as I walked closer. "Sit," he ordered.
I looked at the seat that was opposite his and sat down. "Who are you?" I asked after he remained quiet for a while.
"Why are you looking for me?" I asked.
He stared at me before pulling his dark glasses. His sea blue eyes landed on me with such intensity.
He cleared his throat and looked at me. "You are Amelia Kingsley? Daniel Forbes's ex-wife, right?" he asked.
"Yes"
He nodded and sat up. " I want to make an irresistible offer to you. I would get you out of here, take your trust fund from Daniel, clean your name, and make you one of the most powerful women in the world. So powerful that Daniel would kneel and ask for your help," he said.
I raised an eyebrow at him, "Really? How would you do that? How would you get me out of here and take revenge on my ex and his family? And why are you doing this? I don't even know you," I said.
He smiled. Just in, the prison warden walked in with a paper. "Her release has been authorized if she agrees to your terms."
"You heard that right?" he asked.
My eyes moved from my release paper to the stranger who was sitting opposite me.
"What do you want in return?" I asked.
"You get married to me for a year. At the end, you would have everything you want and would walk away with an additional sum of five million. You would be put on a monthly salary of one hundred thousand dollars. Just be my wife for one year," he said, and placed the agreement before me.
"And what would you achieve from this?" I asked.
He shrugged and leaned back into the chair. "Nothing. Let's just say we both have a common enemy. Daniel Forbes and Ashley Bakers. You want vengeance for Daniel and I want the same for both of them. I believe we can help each other..
I weighed the offer. One year. Freedom. Power. Revenge.
What can happen within a year? Nothing.
I picked up the pen and after reading through it, I signed it.
- Writer
