His Betrothed

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

SHANA GRAY

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

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"SHAYENNE!" Josh called angrily from the living room. I came running in.

"Y– yeah?" I stammered.

"Who was the guy I saw you talking to today?" he asked angrily, his face becoming red.

I loved Josh a lot and he loved me too. The only problem was, he was the insecure and jealous type. He was overprotective and sometimes would overreact or get angry for nothing.

"That was my highschool classmate, honey. Why do you always get jealous? Learn to chill."

He nodded a little and rubbed his forehead, uncomfortably. He was standing now.

"I'm sorry," he started, "I just fear the fact that you might might leave me some day".

"I won't, Josh. I've already told you this. You're a grown man with a job. Stop behaving like a teenager. You ain't one".

He ran his fingers through his hair and sat down once more.

"I know dear. It's just that I always have a feeling that one of those young boys would set their eyes on you".

Josh was exaggerating and it annoyed me. Yet I tried to understand him. Most boys wooed me because I was actually a girl with assets. Plus, near Josh I seemed to be with an uncle from a certain white part of my family, or with my father's colleague.

Josh wasn't Mr sexy. He was overweight and round. My friends didn't find him that handsome but he was okay to me. I loved him even with his flaws. Like the fact that he drank too much.

I was still trying to change him.

I was presently contemplating on how to tell him some news.

"Um, josh?"

"Yes?" he looked up at me.

"I've already made it clear with my parents and they've agreed, and so, I thought of telling you about my plans too".

"What plans?"

"I want to specialize in cinematography and scriptwriting. I've already found a university and I already sent my application. The specialization takes 3 years."

Josh looked at me in disbelief. I knew he wouldn't approve it and that's why I'd already done everything behind his back.

"What? Shayenne, why?? You know I want you here till we get married".

"That's next year, Josh. You have a job and I'm trying to specialize in order to get one."

"I proposed a job to you in my company".

"I want to be involved In film production, scriptwriting and everything else that has to do with cinematography. I was accepted."

"But–"

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