Rhoda got rushed to the hospital in an ambulance without much time. Her pulse was very weak and she was bleeding profusely from the gunshot and was barely holding on. Jeff drove behind the ambulance with the family and his friend. He had been warned a couple of times to slow down his speed, but he paid no heed to them. He tried to. It just wasn't working. "Jeff, calm down. You don't want to kill us all and then get to know in heaven that Rhoda made it to your funeral," his sister said and he shot her a glare from the rear view mirror, but said nothing and slowed down. They arrived just as Rhoda was being wheeled in. He ran to her and kept calling her name, begging her to hold on. "You have to make it, babe. Please," he pleaded as he pushed the wheel alongside with the nurses with bloody hands and into the emergency ward. He was asked to wait outside the ward as the doctor and nurses attended to her, so he obeyed hesitantly, but not before using everything he knew and believed in t
Few days later, the doctors finally concluded that Rhoda had had enough rest and could be visited, but one after the other. Rhoda said nothing as she saw her father walk in. Her mother had just gone out and she knew he was going to do the same thing her mother did. Apologize. And she was already tired of that. She had forgiven them and had told her mother that. She hoped she would relay the message to her father. She was getting bored with the apologies. When would he even come in? She thought. "Dad," Rhoda called and smiled. He held her hand and squeezed it a little. "I am glad you're better now. Rhoda, I am …"She nodded repeatedly. "I know, dad. I know you are sorry. You regretted it. Not telling me about Sharon, the marriage and sending me abroad? I know. I've forgiven you. So, you don't need to apologize."When would anyone ask her how she was feeling and not just assume that she was better? It seemed no one was interested in that even though she had just been to the moon and
After being discharged, Rhoda decided to go to Jeff's house. He didn't oppose it. He was surprised instead. Why would she want to go to his place instead of her boyfriend's? And why would the guy agree to it? No matter how he looked at it, it seemed odd to him. She wouldn't even go to her parents' house. Well, Rhoda gave him the excuse that she had to stay with him because of her parents since they didn't know about the boyfriend. Made sense, but at the same time didn't. He said nothing as he drove her to his house and helped her out of the car onto her wheelchair. She has not been able to stand and walk on her own properly even though there has been improvements in her condition, but the doctor insisted that she should keep using the special chair for a while. And of course, just as Jeff had predicted, Rhoda had been against it but had been left with no choice. As he was about to put her on the chair, she glared at him. "Are you kidding? I am not sitting there. I have legs," she
“Oh, gosh! Rhoda!” He exclaimed as soon as he barged inside. “How did you fall?” He asked as he rushed to her side. She was in tears and couldn't utter a word. He helped her up and hugged her. “It's okay now. You're fine,” he consoled and she tried to subdue the tears. She shook her head in disagreement to what he said. “I'm not fine, Jeff. I don't think I'll ever be able to walk again. I can't even stand up by myself after falling. I am doomed!” She cried. “Sshhh!” He said, looking her in the eyes. “Don't say that. You are not doomed and you'll walk again. I'll make sure that happens,” he assured, wiping her tears with his thumbs. She sniffed and nodded. He lifted her up in his arms and was about to put her back on the bed when she stopped him. “I need to use the restroom,” she said, looking everywhere but him. He smiled at her shyness and helped her to the bathroom and waited outside to help her back to the bed when she was done. “Are you okay now?” He placed her on the bed, po
Rhoda stirs awake at the knock on her door. She sits up and the door creaks open gently and reveals her aunt. She rubs her eyes and asks her to come in. "Is there a problem?" She glances at her wall-clock which says one in the morning. "It's late."Her aunt smiles. "Not a thing, darling. My brother called me just now. Obviously, he has been trying to reach you.""Dad called? I don't believe that he has been trying to reach me. You must've heard him wrong, aunt Martha." She reached for her phone on the locker beside her bed and saw the missed calls from her father. She was surprised. Why was he suddenly reaching out to her? He had sent her to live abroad with his younger sister when she was seventeen. And since then, he barely called to ask her how she was doing. Her mother managed to call a few times. "I think you should listen to whatever he has to say, my dear. It seems urgent," Martha said before walking out of the room. Rhoda shrugged and was about to go back to bed when the ba
Rhoda didn't know whether to start laughing or start crying. She didn't know the right emotion she could express to show how she was feeling, so she settled on forcing a laugh which ended like some terrible car honk. "What kind of joke was that? Stop it, dad. It's not funny at all."Her mother sighed and held her hands. "It's not a joke, my dear. And I am so sorry we did not tell you until now. You wouldn't have come home if —""I still find it hard to believe all of this," Rhoda said. "Why would I get married? All of a sudden? To whom? The last time I checked, we were apart for years and I don't remember bringing someone home to you. So, why… how? Please, tell me this is a prank because it is getting serious," she said as calmly as she could and looked at her father. Not that she didn't feel like raising her voice at the two of them. She wouldn't mind the whole building hearing them.Imagine so many people coming to a wedding that the supposed bride was not even aware of? Did that ma
"You may now kiss your bride," he heard the officiant say. If Jeff had thought that Rhoda would stand on her words about not getting married to him, he was terribly wrong. He could not help but glare at her with anger and building dislike for her. How could someone not be able to stand on their words? What was so wrong in doing that? Guilt was ripping him alive. What would he tell his girlfriend? How would he be able to face her? She definitely wouldn't believe his story about the marriage. Who would? He loved his girlfriend and not this beautiful stranger with tempting lips that was glaring at him behind the veil with the same intensity he had on. But what needed to be done must be done. So, he leaned closer to her face and unveiled her, but what she did shocked him.She backed off. Rhoda pulled back in front of everyone. "If you try it…," she whispered."You'll kill me, so you said. But you don't have to worry because you're not my type at all. You should see my girlfriend," Jef
He rushed out and dragged Rhoda by one hand and her bag by another and straight into his room. He didn't mind her protest to break free but told her to shut up instead. "Do not drag me, asshole. I'm not a cow." Who cared if he dragged her like a cow? That was not the important thing at that moment. Thank God he had changed into a casual outfit and a t-shirt his girlfriend gave to him on his birthday which had become his favorite one since then. That was the previous year. And the girl who gave it to him was downstairs and must not come up here to see what was going on. He might be a billionaire, but he's not a cold and nasty one. Well, not to his girlfriend. He loved with passion and wanted to be loved too. He was one of the few billionaires who believed in the existence of true love. "Stay here," he told his bride and went downstairs to meet with the angry face of his girlfriend. "Hey, babe. What's wrong?" "What do you mean what's wrong?" His mind started wondering if she