"No, no, no, no, this is not happening."  "Damn it, this is not happening, Zhanaia, sweetheart, wake up!"  "Francis, call for an ambulance, call dad, fuck, call everyone who could help us. Quick!"  I was panicking as I held Zhanaia in my arms who was unconscious and bleeding. Her thighs were bloody and I didn't look at it as I knew it would panic me even more. I screamed at Francis again as I ordered him to call for an ambulance and dad. He hastily went out with his phone in his ears, Caroline followed.  Zhairo was left with me and he was doing first aid to his sister. He was calmly checking on Zhanaia but I could feel his suppressed rage and I knew it was for me again. This time, I really couldn't blame him because this was my fault. From the pain that I saw in Zhanaia's eyes, I knew she saw Ayana kissing me.  At the thought of that woman, I looked up and saw her frozen on her spot. I saw red the moment I looke

Sweet Zhanaia Camince's   I woke up and instantly, the smell of medicine evaded my nostrils and the white, blank ceiling of the hospital room welcomed me. Then slowly, what happened before I lost consciousness came back to me and played in my head repeatedly. And the pain of seeing Dion enjoying the kiss of Ayana stabbed me again but it wasn't the one that made me jolt up and didn't mind the sudden spin of my surroundings.   The scene when I saw blood dripping down from my thighs horrified me and I went cold in nervousness. I looked at my tummy as I put my hand on it and looked around to ask for help but no one was around. But it didn't take long before the hospital door swung open and dad entered. And immediately, I stood up, didn't minding the dextrose on my arm.   "Dad, help me! My baby!" I exclaimed in pure nervousness.   A nurse came with him and guided me back on the bed but I was insisting for dad to help me because the thou

 We were seated across each other for a while now. He was in the wheelchair while I was on the bed. No one talked, no one said even a single word, we were in pure silence, only our breathing could be heard. We were both waiting for each other to talk but looked like it would be me who's going to talk first as I couldn't bear the silence anymore. And with that, I took a deep breath and broke the silence.  "First and foremost, how should I address you?" I asked which caught him off guard.  He blinked, "H-huh?"  "How should I call you? I met you eight years ago as Dion and now, I met you again as Gin. You have told me that your former identity has been dissolved, therefore you shouldn't be called Dion but why was dad still calling you like that?"  Realization registered on his face as he got what I was trying to say. He took a deep breath and leaned back, tilting his head on the side as he looked at me.  "People nowa

 "You sure about this, Gin?" Francis asked when I told him my plan.  I nodded without hesitation and sighed in resign, "If you say so,"  "Just do it, Francis, and then leave the rest to me. I want to make this right before proving to Zhanaia that I am now ready to start a new life with her and our baby. One where there were no secrets, one where we would talk about things first and won't decide hastily without talking to each other."  "Woah, you are being too deep now. Is that really what babies do to men? Aside from love, babies are what make us more responsible and mature?"  I shrugged, "Maybe, yes, because that's what happening to me now."  "Then, I'll wait for the time when I will finally become a better person because of a baby."  "You don't need to have a baby to be a better person though, you can do it now."  He shook his head, "I'm still enjoying being a jerk, sleeping and dating

CHAPTER 52If someone would tell me years ago that the time will come when I will marry the man I met eight years ago despite the pain he inflicted in me, despite the cheatings, and lies that he has done, I would probably laugh it off. Who would marry a man who has done so much to you for eight years? Certainly no one.But then, here I was, standing in front of a huge mirror with a wide smile on my face. I looked at the woman in the mirror and she too was smiling from ear to ear. Of course, the woman in the mirror was my reflection, an ecstatic woman because she would finally marry the man that she loves.Looking at myself, I didn't know I'll be able to be this beautiful. It has just been a month since Dion— Gin proposed and now we're marrying. Because of their connections, we were able to arrange everything in just a month; including my wedding gown that was worth a million dollars.Dad and Dion insisted that my wedding gown should be designed by t