I bite on my nails as I pace back and forth. My rage is so much I can’t see clearly.
How did that bitch steal my man? He was mine to begin with. I worked hard just to be noticed by him. I
had to look perfect, study his likes, and dislikes, and study his schedule.
I got lucky three years ago when he had that heart attack, luckily I was prepared. My mother gave me his
medical file which showed he had a weak heart. For six months I moved with the medication knowing
one day it will come in handy. So when he was finding it hard to breathe, It was me who saved him and
he finally noticed me.
All that hard work just for a lowly orphan girl to come and steal him?
I mean, over my dead body.
“Where are the results?” I snap, my eyes furious.
I stayed away because I didn’t want Ariana and Eli to see me. I didn’t want them to know I work part–time
in this hospital too. But I do. For a simple reason that is, I need eyes everywhere and even though I have
minions I trust myself alone.
The nurse hesitates for a second too long, and my patience snaps.
“I don’t have all day,” I hiss, stepping closer. “Give. Me. The. File.”
Her hands shake slightly as she fumbles through the stack of documents on the counter before finally pulling out the one I want. She tries to meet my gaze, but I can see the discomfort in her eyes.
“Dr. Woods, you know this isn’t-”
I snatch the file from her grip before she can finish, my pulse pounding in my ears. “I don’t need a lecture.”
“I just mean that-”
I glare at her and she shuts up.
I’m not here for any stupid lectures.
Why do I get the feeling I’m on a clock here?
He was supposed to have been my husband by now. I was supposed to be his first wife. But that old hag just won’t let me be happy.
She separated us and now I have to live the same fate as my mother, being a second wife. But nonetheless, this is Alexander we are talking about.
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Power and influence flow in his veins. Unlike my father, he’s as ruthless as they come and he won’t bat an eyelash to anyone who will try to bully me.
I scroll through Athena’s file. The bitch is persistent. She almost died twice but yet she’s still alive and kicking. Still clawing her nails into my man.
My eyes widen and my heart stops when I see the results from her previous tests.
HCG
Positive.
How the hell is she pregnant?
Anger surges through me as I dig my nails into my palms
My breath comes out ragged, my vision blurring with red.
Pregnant?
That bitch is pregnant?
I clutch the papers so tightly they crumple in my fists, my nails digging into my skin so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I started bleeding.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to disappear. She was supposed to be nothing, just another fleeting interest in Alexander’s life. But now?
Now, she carried his child.
I stagger back, my head spinning as the weight of the revelation slams into me. My entire body trembles, my breath uneven as I try to process it.
No.
No.
I refuse to accept this.
I fought too damn hard for this man, for this life, for the future that was meant to be mine. I won’t let some insignificant orphan girl snatch it away from me.
I won’t let her win.
She must have seduced him. That sly vixen. I’ll deal with her so good she will wish she didn’t even try to
cross me.
“Dr. Woods?” The nurse speaks cautiously, her voice laced with concern. “Are you-”
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“Shut up,” I snap, my head jerking up, eyes blazing. “No one should know that I know about this. Do you
understand?”
“Yes. Of course.”
I turn on my heel and storm out, gripping Athena’s file so tightly it crinkles beneath my fingers.
If she thinks she can steal my future, my man, my place by his side,
She’s dead wrong.
Heading out of the hospital, I bump into Alex and almost lose my balance.
He holds me up and my heart pounds even harder. His eyes are unreadable and his face is a cold mask.
“Alex,” I breathe, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to verify something. Do you work here too?” He asks and my heart stops.
Verify what?
But instead of asking the question lingering on the tip of my tongue, I curve my lips into a smile.
“They had a shortage, so I came to fill in,” I respond.
He nods.
“What are you verifying? Maybe I can help you with it.” I offer with a polite smile even though my heart is twisting and I know exactly what he’s verifying.
He studies me, his eyes unreadable as if he’s considering the implication of telling me.
