The Tycoon’s Remorse Pursuing His Unforgettable Bride

Clinging on to life.

(ARIELLE’S POV)

My breath was taken away, but not in a good way. Not in the way the sight of the man one loved does, but in a way y when one saw something heartbreaking and unimaginable.

On the foot of the bed, sat Jared, with Sofia straddling him, her hands thrown around his neck.

I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the betraying sight before me. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t

breathe.

When I finally found my voice, it was a barely a whisper. A pathetic whimper that I didn’t recognize as mine. That seemed to get Sofia’s attention, who had her back to me, and she swirled around to face me. She didn’t look surprised or remorseful, instead she gave me a smirk and turned back to Jared, kissing him and making a loud smacking sound like they were in the middle of something normal.

I gasped and staggered back, holding on to the closest wall for support. Jared didn’t even bother to look at me, didn’t say anything or move an inch from the position. I couldn’t even see his face, and what expression he had because his face was hidden behind Sofia’s frame.

Without another reaction because words failed me now, I turned back around and fled, I took the stairs. two at a time and rushed into the kitchen.

I grabbed my phone and without stopping to think where I was going or what I was doing, I made my way out of the house, and out of the compound. My thoughts were scattered, and adrenaline pumped through my

veins like a burst pipe gushing out water. I couldn’t see properly as the image of Jared and Sofia together blurred my vision.

As I ran into the street, I didn’t realize I was in the middle of the road, nor see the car fast approaching with a full speed. It was not until I was swept off my feet and thrown across the road did I realize what was happening. I gave off a loud scream as it felt like all the bones in my waist snapped. The driver didn’t stop, he merely reversed and zoomed off, leaving me on the pavement.

I couldn’t feel my lower body–from my waist to my legs. Suddenly, I felt a warning liquid trickling down my thighs, and as I managed to look down, all I saw was blood.

I gasped, my baby!

I was having a miscarriage, I was about to lose my baby. My eyes watered as I scanned the environment for the sight of anyone, but it was deserted. We lived in a high–end estate where everyone left for work the morning and returned in the evening.

Scared for my safety and that of my baby, my eyes darted around for my phone. I remember holding it before the car hit me. Looking to the grass a few metres away from me, I saw it lying on it. Despite being in severe pain, I felt an ounce of relief. I could call for help.

with that, I tried to stand up, but a sharp pain bis

couldn’t move.

me, cutting through my wind pipe as I realized that I

But I was determined to get help, so I dragged my body towards the grass, damning the pain and scratches the hard concrete pavement caused my skin

Finally, I got to my phone. The screen was broken, but luckily, it was still functional. I quickly dialed

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Jared’s number. He might have hurt me, but I had to keep that aside for the mean time and ask for help.

The phone rang to a stop without a response, and I tried again, but was redirected to voicemail.

I tried again, and again, but got the same response. Helpless, but not hopeless, I managed to type a message. Hopefully, if he saw it, he would come to my cue.

A few seconds later, a response came in from him. I eagerly tapped on but, but it was the least response I expected

“I don’t care. Sort yourself,” the message read.

Tears burned my eyes as I stared at it. Never had I felt this heartbroken and pain before. But I was determined to save my child. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

So I dialed Ashley’s number, and as I did, I noticed I was shaking. I was losing so much blood and strength, too. I just hoped Ashley would pick up and come to my rescue before it’s too late.

Ashley answered the phone, and I managed to mutter, “Help… I was hit by a car…my baby.”

“Hit by a car? Oh my God! Where are you?”

The estate street..” I stuttered before dropping the call.

I don’t know how long I laid on the cold pavement, slipping in and out of consciousness as I fought to cling on to life. But I knew when Ashley’s car drove to a halt beside me, and when she alighted, screaming my name.

“Arielle! Oh, Arielle!”

She rushed to my side, as she tried to pull me up, but I gave a loud yelp, the pain in my waist worsening

“Why are you out here? My goodness, who did this to you?” She screamed in horror, staring at my blood saturated gown.

“Hospital, Ash. My…Ba..baby.” I cried weakly.

“Jesus! That’s right. This explains why you’re bleeding,” Ashley said, as she managed to carry me in bridal style. As I laid limp in her hands, I prayed I make it to the hospital because I could feel my life gently slipping away.

Ashley placed me gently on the back seat of her car before rushing off to pick up my phone. She returned and got into the driver seat before zooming off.

All I remembered before finally succumbing into the welcoming embrace of darkness was the blue gate of the hospital.