The Mysterious Journey

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.

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It was a hot afternoon when Isabel decided to take the risky journey of her life. not knowing what life has in stock for her, all she wanted was to leave that toxic environment that was her home.

"a home that felt like hell, a home she shared with her self-centered mom and her beloved late dad".

that place ceased to be her home the moment her dad breathed his last.

Since her father's death, that place never felt like home to her anymore.

very early the next day... she was already on a bus traveling to the big town.

without informing any of her family members not that they would car.

but she felt guilty for not telling Brenda about it.

she knew her best friend will oppose it and will do everything humanly possible to change her mind. she was lost in thought for hours, "her mind was just wandering up and down."

unknown to her an accident had just occurred, if not for the screams emerging behind her she would never know that the bus was on fire.

everyone was on their own trying to escape, scampering for safety, she only had her Backpack with her, but she never wanted to leave the old lady that was seated next to her.

she reminded her so much of her grandma. taking a risky move, she threw her backpack out of the window jumped out, and managed to pull the disoriented old lady out with her.

because of how remote the place is, she had no choice but to take the old lady with her, she would die if she left her behind, Isabel thought to herself.

Grandma, are you okay, Isabel asked the old lady with a mixture of concern and fear in her voice.

I am okay my daughter, thank you for saving my life, my name is lady Diana the old woman said, and I want you to please look for my family.

when you get to new yoke, go to Rivera cooperations and ask for Leonard, tell him that I sent you, give him this as proof, she handed a bracelet over to Isabel. I think I have found a wife for my grandson.

that was the last thing lady Diana said before she passed out. the impact of the fall when they jumped out of the broken car window coupled with the fumes from the burnt car made her fragile and collapsed her lungs.

Help, help, help us, my grandma is dying, somebody help me my grandma is dying. Isabel kept yelling until a taxi driver that was among the rescuers had no choice but to take them to the nearest hospital.

Back in Baltimore, Brenda was worried sick, not knowing where her childhood bestie ran off to was causing her to panic. Calm down, George said to her.

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