The Burnt Heiress' Payback

A difficult situation

Sara's POV

"Ping... ping... ping..." My eyes fluttered open to the beeping sound. The bright lights above me made me squint. The ceiling wasn't familiar; I definitely wasn't in the comfort of my room. I looked around and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I took in my surroundings.

"A hospital? How did I get here?" I wondered aloud. That's when I realized how sick I felt. My voice sounded hoarse, and I could feel a jolt of pain shoot through my whole body as if I had done more than just utter a few words.

"Why am I..." I was going to ask the empty room why I was there, but I stopped as I remembered that I had fainted. Before I could ponder further on the incident that made me faint, the door to the room opened gently, and a male doctor walked in.

"I will advise you to keep still, ma'am," the doctor said as I tried to sit up. "You will still be feeling sore." I grunted and reluctantly leaned back. The doctor nodded in satisfaction and cleared his throat.

"I'm pleased to inform you that it was done successfully. Although you will..." He was saying, but I didn't have the patience to let him finish before butting in. "What are you talking about? What was done successfully?" I questioned curiously.

Just then, my husband walked in. Relief washed over his features as he set his eyes on me, and as he approached me, a wave of memory hit me. The events from earlier came rushing back, and a stray tear fell from my left eye as I relived the memory.

EARLIER THAT DAY

Just like every weekend, I was in the living room doing some cleaning, as it was my day off. It was just a few minutes past 11 am when my husband, Andrew Gab, walked in. Surprised, I welcomed him excitedly with a warm hug.

"Hey, darling, what's wrong? You're back early..." I pointed out after taking his bag from him. Unlike his usual happy self, Andrew heaved a sigh and handed me a document he was clutching in his right hand, without a word.

"What's in it?" I looked at him in confusion. He nudged me to open it, and I did, quickly, with curiosity. I took out the papers and glanced through, only to find the shock of my life.

"Divorce papers? Andrew, you're divorcing me?" My voice shook as I questioned in utter disbelief. What was wrong? We had been living peacefully all through the three years of our marriage. What went wrong that I had no idea of? The questions rang in my head, desperate for answers.

"I'm sorry, Sara." Andrew muttered and wanted to walk away, his shoulders sagged as if he was defeated. I grabbed his arm hastily, my heart pounding.

"What's going on, Andrew? What did I do? I mean, we were fine just a few hours ago before you left for work. What went wrong?" I asked, and all I got in response was just a shake of his head.

"Andrew, please! You can't just stay silent about this. We have to talk about this! Divorce?" I was almost yelling in frustration. My husband exhaled deeply.

"Just sign the papers, okay. Don't make it any harder for me," Andrew said, his voice slightly raised. I clutched my heart in a futile attempt to ease the pain I felt in my heart. I thought it was a prank, but Andrew was damn serious.

"What about our baby? You know I'm pregnant. What exactly is going on?" I asked, drawing closer to take his hand, but he yanked it away. He looked at my face for a split second as if he would say something, but just shook his head again, and my lips quivered.

"What did... What is my..." I choked on a sob as tears started falling from my eyes uncontrollably. I began to feel lightheaded, and the only thing I heard before blacking out was Andrew fearfully calling my name.

END OF FLASHBACK

"I'm sorry, Sara. I really am, but I had to do it," Andrew's voice brought me out fully from the painful memory. His eyes were fixed on the floor; he was obviously looking everywhere else but at my face. I lifted my chin, immediately sensing that something was seriously wrong—something more terrible than the idea of our divorce.

"What else did you do?" I blinked back a tear and muttered, preparing myself to take his news. What would be more shocking than a divorce out of the blue?

"The baby has been removed." He said, and my lips parted in shock. I blinked twice, trying to digest the words. Yet, for a moment, I didn't know how to process this information. That couldn't be true!

"What... What are you saying?" I asked, my lips quivering in fear. My hand instinctively went to feel my stomach, and to my despair, it felt strangely empty. My eyes widened in panic, and I sat up, completely ignoring how my abdomen was wildly protesting against the assault.

"No!" I wanted to scream, but my voice came out weakly. Andrew looked at me then and wanted to reach out for me, but I pulled back. "Not my baby! You wouldn't dare do that to my baby! Our precious baby that we have waited for three years?" I yelled disbelievingly, even though it seemed to set my throat on fire.

"Tell me you just lied to me, Andrew Gab!" I requested desperately, but he just shook his head. I was more than shocked; everything felt like a dream. There was no sign that something like this would likely happen, so what changed? No, Andrew is not a monster; he wouldn't kill his own child and put my life at risk!

"I'm so sorry, Sara, but it's for the best." His pathetic attempt at apologizing only infuriated me. This was no joke; he was serious. I gnashed my teeth, and before I could stop myself, my hand had already landed across his face. The slap resounded across the room, making his jaw drop, while the doctor flinched, but it did nothing to quench the blazing fire of anger in my chest. All I could see while staring at him was the face of the monster who killed the child I had prayed to have for three years.

I was going to grab him by the collar, but the door opened, and his mother walked in, her sophisticated presence commanding attention. The doctor greeted her and excused himself immediately, probably sensing that we were going to spend a long time discussing family issues.

"You better stop throwing tantrums, Sara," Andrew's mother said, rolling her eyes dramatically. Her scrutinizing, ever-judging gaze seemed to have a strong hold on me, and I found myself leaning back weakly. She must be aware of this.

"Isn't this for the best? After all, you aren't of any use to my son. You couldn't even produce an heir for three years. We're already used to you being barren." Her words struck me hard. "You should find your way from here; don't bother coming back to the mansion." She added firmly, not bothering to hide her contempt for me.

I clenched my fists. I looked up at Andrew, and he quickly looked away. "Why? Why are you doing this?" I struggled to ask, my chest tightening as if the betrayal I felt would rip out my heart.

"Sara, I..." Andrew had just opened his mouth but got shut up by the loud thud from the door. The person at the door was obviously in a bad mood and in a hurry to enter. The door yanked open, and I felt their presence before I could see the face.

"No!" I gasped as my eyes met those familiar, terrifying pair of blue eyes that had been tormenting me. Then, everything began to add up.