Chapter 2 – I’m sorry
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Elena’s POV
“Doctor!” Elena’s voice cracked through the white corridors as she burst inside, clutching Stacy’s limp body.
Heads turned quickly.
A nurse rushed over, frowning. “Miss, lower your voice,”
Elena shoved her sister into the woman’s arms, desperation flooding her mind. “Please, save her. I don’t care what it costs, just save her!”
Her chest rose, her knees shook. She could barely breathe as the nurse gave one last look at Stacy’s pale face, then hurried away.
“Fill in her details,” the words echoed, distant, as if paperwork mattered more than her sister’s life, but that didn't matter, anything for her Stacy.
Elena’s legs felt weak as she stumbled toward the desk making sure to be detailed with everything.
Pacing up and down for some minutes, then the nurse came out with the same blank face.
"The doctor needs you in his office, down the lane," she pointed after a short but intense look, she walked away.
Elena sighed, taking a deep breath. A part of her felt that she knew why the nurse had stared at her, but a part of her was unwilling to accept it.
Dragging herself down the hallway, without knocking she entered, "You sent for me" her voice sounded breathless as she dragged herself to the chair in front of her.
"You must be?" The doctor stared at her confused.
"The little girl from this evening," Elena tried to explain in a manner she could understand.
"Oh, seat," the doctor said enthusiastically.
"How is she?" Elena asked, her heart racing but no response came.
The doctor’s silence was the longest minute of her life. He shuffled papers, cleared his throat, then finally looked up.
“I’m sorry.”
Two words, but they were the very words she had been avoiding all night.
"What do you mean?" Her tears poured.
Elena blinked, waiting for the but. The miracle. The if. Something. Anything.
The pitiful face of the man in front of her wasn't making her delusion feel real.
“You are wrong,” her voice broke. “Check again, I beg you.”
The doctor’s gaze softened, but his tone was flat. “There was nothing we could do. She was gone before you arrived.”
The room tilted. Her world darkened.
Elena gripped the armrest, shaking her head. “No. No, she was fine yesterday, she wished me good luck on my results. I was a little late, yes I know, but...” her voice trailed off as her loud cry filled the room.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, quieter this time.
Her throat closed, his words had sealed her fate.
She stood so fast the chair screeched against the floor. Without another word, she stumbled out of the office, down the hallway, past the curious eyes.
No one mattered.
The streets greeted her with rain. Cold, merciless drops soaking her hair, her clothes, her skin. Her only companion in this cold world.
Elena sank against the wall outside the hospital, hugging her knees to her chest. She didn’t care who stared. Let them.
Her baby sister was gone.
She stayed like that through the night, shivering, silent sobs breaking through her chest until she felt her body about to give up. No one came to her aid all through.
Soon the sun shone its rays on her but she cared less only the persistent buzzing of her phone made her pause for it.
“Elena?” It was the madam, her voice sharp and irritated.
"Where the hell are you? You are late! A VIP client is waiting. They specifically requested you. If you do not show, don’t bother coming back.”
Elena’s lip trembled. “I—today’s not—”
“You don’t have a choice. Be here in twenty minutes.” The line cut before she could argue.
Her fists clenched. She wanted to scream, to say fire me then, but she needed money to get a good burial spot for Stacy.
She forced herself up, taking a last look at the hospital before hailing a cab, dragging herself to the restaurant, her clothes damp, her spirit heavier than ever.
Inside, the staff was buzzing, whispering. She barely heard them as she walked into the dressing area, quickly cleaning up and dressing up.
"Where have you been, take this and hurry to room 512," the madam shoved the tray in her hand and walked away.
Swallowing every emotion she felt, she dragged herself to room but when she opened the door, she froze.
Wyatt Harrington sat there, glass in hand, his eyes already fixed on her. That same predatory smile curved his lips.
“Elena,” he said like they were old friends. “Sit.”
Her stomach twisted in disgust that it made her dizzy. She didn’t move. “I’m not here for games.”
“Neither am I.” He slid a folder across the table. “I need your assistance. Marry me.”
Elena's gaze danced on his face before she burst into a mocking laughter filled with pain.
Wyatt brushed his hand through his hair and got up staring at her, "I need a wife to prove my stability and currently you are the only female I now and that is you a safe option for me,I do not want to be tied down,"
"Be my wife for 560 days, I promise that I would sort everything and reward you beautifully," Wyatt stared at her, his eyes oddly calm.
Elena’s jaw clenched. “You’re insane if you think I’d sign something like that.”
He smirked, unbothered. “I knew you would say no.” He sipped his drink, eyes never leaving hers. Then, calmly, “But what if I told you that signing this contract would give you exactly what you want most?”
Her brows furrowed. “And what’s that?”
Wyatt’s smile sharpened. “Revenge and a good place to bury Stacy.”
Elena stilled.
"How did you know?" Her heart trembled.
Wyatt smirked, "I have my ways, and I am sure you want Ms Olivia to pay for everything she has done to Stacy and you,"
“All it costs you… is one signature.”
Her pulse roared in her ears. Her hands trembled at her sides.
Wyatt’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “So, Elena… Do we have a deal?”
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