LIGHT AFTER DARK

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance Crime Revenge Pregnancy Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Personal Growth

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I am Emily, daughter of the richest man in the city. Happy, cheerful and the apple of my parent's eye. I am a little girl, 8 years old, beautiful, intelligent and rich.

Everyone Envy me because my parents treat me like a princess and I also think that I am the luckiest child in the whole world.

My father, Adam Smith is a very intelligent man, very good in business and a very good dad.

My mum, Lily Smith is a famous designer. She is a very independent and tough woman. Always ready for every fight in her life but she is the best mom.

My mom and dad love each other and support each other in their work. Also, same as my parents, I am a very intelligent and smart child. It's because of good genes. I love designing and business just like them. And honestly, I am good in it. Sometimes my dad also needs my suggestion in his work. Seriously it's funny I am just only 8 years old dad. How can I give my suggestions?

Hahaha!!!

I am very much happy it's my 9 birthday and my parents throw a surprise party for me.

Of course, I know they always did that but this time my parents were very excited to give me the biggest surprise of my life. And I know what it is I am gonna become an elder sister. Hurray! I always want one sibling so that I can also be the elder one and boss around on my little one.

The night is dark and it's raining outside I am in my room waiting when my parents came to take me to the party venue so that I can also see my decorated place. But what the heck nobody came up to take me.

"Hey! Are my parents downstairs or not?"

I called aloud and my Buttler came to me, hurriedly.

I asked him,

"where are my parents? Why don't they came to take me to my party Venue?"

I am very impatient right now. I want to see how this year my parents prepare for my party.

Last year it's was a princess theme and Now I am very excited to know what theme is it today.

'Yey!! I love my parents.'

Hearing my questions, my Buttler said, "don't worry miss they will just reach in 2 minutes."

"Okay, then I wait."

My parents arrived because I heard the sound of a car horn and I jump off my bed to meet them, barefooted.

"Daddy Mumma you are back".

Daddy said, "yes sweetie we are back".

When my dad saw my feet. He starts scolding me, "Sweety I always told you to wear slippers don't run around barefooted. You will catch a cold".

"Honey don't scold her it's her birthday."

"Come on birthday girl go to your room and change your clothes we have to go to your party", Mumma said.

"Yes Mumma I will go up and change then we will go to the party", I said happily and run fast to change my clothes, when I came we happily sit in the car and move to my destination, my birthday venue.

'Yay! I am so much excited.'

But my happiness does not last for so long. After some time of driving, I heard a loud bang.

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