Chapter 99 LIVING IN MISERY
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BLINK... BLINK...
I hear a sigh and then turn my head towards the sound as I see my husband leaning on my hand. Maybe he feels my gaze as he looks up and meets my eyes...
"You're... You're.... awake..." He stutters in disbelief and all the things return to my head, that incident that I had never remembered before. Now, I know what had happened that night when I got drunk. He hated me, he wanted to kill me at that time, why? What I did to him that made him hate me so much?
I want to ask him why he treated me like that and why he lied? But my voice had been gone, and I could not form a single word.
He keeps staring at my face as though he couldn't believe that I am awake and alive.
He stretches his hand to touch my cheek, but I turn my face away with all my strength left. I don't want his touch. I start to feel disgusted by him.
He somehow senses my indifference and then gets up to press a button.
After a while, a nurse and the same doctor whose name I have forgotten now enter the ward.
She starts to do a brief checkup on me and sensing the temporary loss of my voice she asks me to blink my eyes at her in response to her question.
I obey and respond fairly to her questions.
She left without saying a word and I feel desperate to ask about my child and everything else but I couldn't. Even my hands were not able to move at all.
I stay there helplessly, crying at my pathetic state. A nurse comes over and injected something into my drip that makes me a little dizzy but I try my best to not sleep now.
I keep looking at the ceiling and then feel someone moving my bed up, as I could see the wall now instead of the ceiling.
My husband holds a small bowl with a spoon in his hand, he fills some water to feed me but I refuse to open my mouth. I want to see my child. I look down and couldn't see my baby belly at all. My child has been born, the realization makes me happy and sad at the same time, I never wanted this moment to happen in this way.
I close my eyes in deep dejection and soon my eyes start to get heavy as I shed tears uncontrollably.
"The child is safe." I hear a deep voice and then open my eyes immediately.
I look at my husband who had just revealed about my child, I want to ask him if it was a boy or a girl but I couldn't move my tongue to form any word. My tongue is dry and weak as again I close my eyes crying miserably at my state.
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The days spend by and I realize that I had been in a life-threatening condition. I don't know how long I have been asleep but it's not a few days but weeks I guess, I am still not able to form any words but I could feel the strength coming back to my body.
I can make a fist now, and even move my fingers. Since I woke up, I have not seen my husband once, he disappears or maybe vanish from my life.
Day by Day I am getting nervous and panicked, and their conversation comes back to my mind again and again making me more anxious.
I wish I would be able to get better soon so that I could take away my child from them.
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"Mm.....yyy... Ch...il...d..." In a low and hoarse voice, I ask a nurse who has just come to feed me food.
"Please open your mouth, I need to give you the medicine." The nurse says in a professional tone and I look at her stubbornly as again I open my mouth... "Ch...il...d.." I touch my empty belly and look down at it.
I feel so empty without my child inside me.
She looks around looking hesitant and nervous as she speaks in a whisper, "I don't know much. The child is in the Intensive Care Unit and Miss Swan stays with the child every time." I nod my head with gratitude towards her and then obediently start to eat my food. My child is still in the hospital with me, it gives me hope that I would be able to see my child very soon.
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It's been twenty days since I am in the bed, but now I am able to speak and move my limbs. "I want to see my child." I demand as the nurse looks at me with anxious eyes and keeps pleading, "Please, Miss... Don't be stubborn and have your breakfast." She walks closer to me with the food tray and I angrily throw the tray away from her hand.
BOOM
I try to get up but suddenly three more nurses come over to push me down on the bed.
"Leave me..." I yell but no one listens and I keep struggling until I hear a roar. "STOP"
Everyone stops abruptly and then moves towards the voice's direction, I turn and see my husband standing at the door, his eyes red from rage or exhaustion I am not quite sure.
I look at him and the hatred in my heart starts to get deeper, he walks closer to me while my eyes look straight into him with pure hatred and disgust for him.
"Leave everyone." He commands that everyone obeys immediately and leaves us both alone.
I sit on the bed while my eyes are still on him, his gaze lower on me not meeting my eyes once.
"My child," I ask desperation in my voice is visible.
He gulps and then places a paper beside me on the bed.
"Sign these." He says in a clipped voice.
I pick the papers and didn't even get surprised when I find out that these are divorce papers. After knowing what he did to me that night I would be the one asking him to sign the divorce papers, I smile bitterly and then speak my heart out, "Mona... You still love her, don't you? You thought she left you because of me. Chchchch... No Andrew, she left you because you are a f**king coward who could never take a right side...."
He flinches but his next words completely shock me, "So you remember everything... This is good, now sign the papers and get the hell out of here and my life." He says but his tone didn't get loud at once.
"I won't... First, let me see my child... I want my child back..." I let out a low whimper of pain.
Pain, that he has lied to me all this time, pain that what I thought was love was nothing but a mere act of him, Pain, that I could never be able to believe in fairytales at all.
"If you want to see our son, then sign the papers and I will take you to him." He says and I was completely taken aback by his revelation.
"A son? I give birth to a boy?" I ask him in disbelief, my heart fills with immense joy and he nods his head in response.
I feel so overwhelmed that suddenly I forget about everything and then taking the pen from his hand, I immediately sign the papers and then hand him back.
"Now, take me to my son," I tell him and he nods his head.
I try to stand but he gestures me to don't. He brings a wheelchair for me and then takes me outside the ward, I look around excitedly to see my son.
After passing multiple doors he brings me to a place where I see the letters, I.C.U, and remember that my son is in the Intensive Care Unit as told by a nurse.
He stops at the door and supposes to open the door for me to enter when a loud and sharp voice stops him, abruptly.
"STOP."
I tilt my head and see Ann standing behind me, "Ann, I want to see my son." I make a plea, I know Ann is not bad, she cares for me and loved me wholeheartedly.
I trust her and she won't disappoint me, she is a generous woman and I am sure she will do the justice to me.
Ann looks at Andrew with sharp eyes and then at me, she walks towards me and I try to sit up, feeling overwhelmed I want to tell her that I have remembered that night in which she had saved me from his monster brother who was desperate to kill me.
I look at her with hope as she gets closer, "Ann, how's my son?" I ask, feeling emotional as I talk about my son, and in return what I get nearly shocks me for my whole life.
PAAA
Ann strikes my cheek hard and my face falls to the side, I had just recovered and was not even able to voice out the words for multiple days and her slap just adds to my misery. I feel deaf for a moment in my left ear as I look at her in disbelief and shock.
"Ann..." I breathe not believing that a gentlewoman like Ann could ever hurt a person, especially me whom she had showered with so much love and care before.
"How dare you... A low and filthy woman like you could speak to me like this..." She seethe in anger as she holds my hair in a firm grip making my scalp prickle in pain.
I look at her vicious self that is beyond belief. I couldn't believe she could be so cruel to me, No, I can't.
There must be a misunderstanding and I need to explain it to her.
