SERENA
The words rang in my ear like a vibrating church bell. My hands trembled as I clutched the thin piece of paper. I struggled to breathe.
I was dead. Dead to the world.
I, Serena Cordinni was staring right at her death certificate. Tears clouded my vision, and it began to stream down my face.
"We were able to maneuver the autopsy result" Malcolm said, making me look up.
I glanced back at the certificate. So that means it had been confirmed that I was really dead. My heart sank.
What would happen now?
What would happen to me? I had so many questions.
My company? Things I had worked so hard for. Connections that took me years to build.
I shook my head in disbelief. Maybe this was all a dream.
I definitely had to be dreaming. I wanted so much as to imagine that I never got stabbed. I never lost Mia, my unborn child, who wasn't even given the chance to come into this cruel world.
I felt sick! Sick to my stomach.
This was all her fault. The pain of getting stabbed was nothing compared to the pain I felt at this moment. I lost everything, because of her.
"Ms. Cordinni? Are you okay…" Malcolm's voice trailed off as I stared straight into nothing.
My world felt dark. The vivid image of the pictures Gabe handed to me days ago flashed before me. Their smiles pierced my heart, ripping it into shreds.
How could they? How could they do this to me? I thought I had the perfect friend, a loving fiance, and a great family. But I was betrayed and almost killed by the one I trusted the most.
The thought of it felt like knives were piercing into my stomach once again.
I scoffed, as my head dropped.
This wasn't over though. I was going to get back at them, even if it took years. I was going to rip them off every single thing that they ever owned. Every ounce of happiness, and joy.
Malcolm's gentle tap made my eyes flutter open, and I lifted up my head. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me with concern.
I gently smiled and picked up the death certificate on my lap "how would i be? I just found out that I am dead" I stretched my arms out.
His eyes softened and he looked at me.
In what felt like pity.
"No, no, no!" I shook my head and raised my arms. "I don't want that"
Then his brows furrowed "what do you mean ma'am?"
"I don't want you to look at me with pity. I don't need anyone feeling sorry for me" I dabbed off my tears with the back of my palm, putting on a frown.
Malcolm nodded and apologized "i'm sorry ma'am, that wasn't my intention" he slightly bowed.
"It's okay," I smiled. "It's not your fault"
The room went silent right after and the air became awkward, but thankfully, the door swung open to reveal Nurse Tamar, who came just in time.
"I'm back!" She mumbled, as she walked closer to me with some type of tablet, which looked scary to look at.
"Here" she handed them to me, and I hesitantly took them.
In one swift throw, I swallowed the drug and almost puked out in disgust. I took the cup of water from the little table beside me and took a sip.
"Yuke!"
Nurse Tamar giggled and picked up the little tray that contained tissues and medicines. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Malcolm's face lift up in a smile too.
"Alright, just rest up, I will check up on you in about three hours" she said and began to walk towards the door.
"I would take my leave too" Malcolm muttered also and slightly bowed.
They both left, shutting the door behind them. Now I was left alone. Just me and my thoughts. My eyes locked at the large painting at the corner of my room.
I hadn't even had the chance to look around as I had slept off immediately i was placed on my bed yesterday.
I let my eyes roam free, taking in my surroundings. Well… my new room.
My new life that was ahead of me. I still couldn't believe I had agreed to be Gabe's wife.
I am going to be married to my worst enemy? The mere thought of it sickened me.
"Urgh!" My head slumped down on my pillow.
"Could my life get any worse?"