"It's from Selena Davis." She blurted out loud, then proceeded reading aloud what the note contained. "One of these days, a jealous wife would be tired of your bullshit and pull a trigger to your head. I have prepared your coffin in advance. Thank later when we see each other again."
Reeling with shock, the nurse collapsed on the nearby chair while still clutching the note in her trembling fingers.
"World war three has just begun." She said rather dramatically. If it weren't for the graveness of the situation, I would have laughed at her over the top reaction.
"Selena Lewis?" I repeated the na she ntioned, trying to rember if we're acquainted. But with my condition, nothing ca to my mind. I certainly don't know her. If I do, I still won't rember. Amnesia erased my mories.
"It's not Lewis but Selena Davis." The nurse rectified. Her smooth tone remained polite.
"Who is she?" I blurted out aloud.
"She's a socialite heiress, born from an influential and wealthy family. She's married to the Governor." She explained.
"She's basically soone one shouldn't ss with." I replied absentmindedly.
"Exactly, Mrs. Alexander." She agreed with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Unfortunately, you're not wise enough to realize that before. The accident seems to er—how should I put that, made you more reasonable now." A blush crept on the nurse's cheeks upon realizing her own bluntness.
I ignored her last remark, unable to grasp what her words ant. Instead, I let my concern return to Mrs. Davis. "I'm clueless why Selena Davis would send a coffin."
"It's obvious Mrs. Alexander, she was threatening you."
"And why is that?" Still puzzled, I ask her.
"To warn you not to approach her husband again." Standing from her chair, the nurse returned the note to where she took it before shifting her attention back to . "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. A righteous woman will fight for her rights. Allow to be blunt and honest with you. She wanted her husband's mistress to back off.'
I gaped at her in disbelief. "I am the Governor's mistress?" I gasped, shocked how things escalated from bad to worst.
The nurse nodded her in confirmation. "Mrs. Davis hated you for having an affair with her husband." She paused. After a mont of hesitation, she added in a whisper, "She wasn't the only one. You sleeping around has spread into town like wildfire.
And people hated you more after knowing you ran away with your lover, got into an accident that killed the truck driver, and nearly got your son killed as well." She said the words in the softest way possible, but the impact still swam at with force.
"I'm sorry if I'm the one to tell you the details. But it's better you know exactly what happened prior to the accident and prepare yourself for the worst." She sincerely added.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, instantly drawing our attention to the door. My heart skittered, knowing it was Lucas. No one had made my heart race the way he did..
The door opened, and Lucas strode inside. Frowning, his eyes landed on the coffin on the floor. Behind him, two n entered. They picked the coffin as Lucas instructed and carried it outside.
The note slipped on the floor. Lucas picked it up. After reading the note, the frown on his forehead worsened.
Sensing the darkening atmosphere, the nurse excused herself. She strode to the door and, in a blink of an eye, she walked out of the room.
"I know this will happen." Lucas said. His voice was soft—dangerously soft. I could only look down on my lap and keep my mouth shut, knowing no words would help the situation.
"Say sothing, Alexandria, and tell this is not your fault." His gaze burned with rage as he looked at .
Summoning all the courage I could muster, I looked at him. "I'm not gonna deny it." I replied, eting his gaze with equal ferocity. "It's. All. My. Fault."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. As I fought back the urge to burst into tears, I continued, "No words would undo what has been done. Even saying 'sorry will not change a thing—it wouldn't fix what's been damaged and broken. I might as well repent in silence, knowing I'm the only one to bla.
If I could give my life to express my regrets, I would let myself be crucified if it would ease the pain I caused everyone."
Lucas wasn't expecting the admission. He looked startled, as though he couldn't believe such words would erge from my lips.
Tears burned my eyes. I quickly looked away before he could see the tears. There's no need for him to see the broken expression on my face. He would only think that I'm faking it.
Silence ruled inside the room.
Unable to take another mont of silence, I summon my courage to speak. "Please leave. I want to rest now. I'm tired." I told him and it was the truth. All I wanted to do now was lie down and close my eyes. I did exactly just that.
I turned to my side so that my back was facing him and closed my eyes.
Lucas didn't move in his place, but I felt his hot gaze lingered on my back and even imagined him watching with those hazel-green eyes filled with wariness.
"I'll let you off the hook now, but we're not finished yet, Alexandria," Lucas whispered.
I didn't reply.
I heard his footsteps turn to the direction of the door and realized he was leaving.
Thank God. I thought to myself, feeling so relieved that his presence wouldn't be bothering anymore.
Lucas pulled the door open, then closed it again. When the lock clicked close, I knew he was gone.
Opening my eyes, I stared at the window and watched the sun descend from the horizon.
Is there hope for soone like ? I wondered, watching the black shadows swallow the light until there was nothing for to see except darkness.
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