Chapter 11 Pain Before Sunrise
I stand there with my head bowed, silently listening to his bitter words. Every sentence strikes my heart like a wound, as if someone is slowly crushing my soul. I want to say something, but my voice feels trapped in my throat. The corners of my eyes grow wet, yet I don’t let the tears fall. I just keep standing there… voiceless, blameless.
Suddenly, Mr. Wilson speaks up, “Tell me, Sara… whatever you ask for, I’ll do it. But don’t ever put on these love dramas in front of me again.”
Hearing his words, I’m completely stunned. What is as real as my breath to me is nothing more than an act to him. My heart starts pounding violently. It feels as if someone has struck me straight in the chest. I don’t have the courage to hear anything more, so I lower my head and begin to walk away.
Just then, I feel a sudden jolt. Mr. Wilson grabs my wrist. His grip is tight, as if all his anger has gathered in that one hold. Forced to, I lift my head and look at him. His teeth are clenched, and his eyes are filled with rage and hatred.
In a voice heavy with anger, he says, “Don’t ever appear in front of me again. It will be better for you. Otherwise, I’ll take out all my anger on you.”
His words make my soul tremble. I simply nod slightly in a quiet “hmm.” I have nothing left to say. Silence becomes my only language. Slowly, I walk away from there, towards the mansion.
I’ve barely taken a few steps when I suddenly stop. Diana is standing near the mansion. There’s a strange gleam in her eyes, as if she has heard everything… every word, every conversation. Swaying confidently, she walks quickly toward me.
A poisonous smile spreads across her face as she says, “See? You can never be my equal. You’re nothing but a worthless girl. You have no status in front of me.”
Her words pierce my heart like arrows. But I say nothing. I just keep my head bowed. For me, silence is the strongest reply. Without looking at anyone, without saying a word, I quietly enter the mansion.
I run straight to my room and slam the door shut, as if I want to lock the entire world out of my pain. The moment the door closes, all my strength breaks. I sink down onto the floor, pulling my knees to my chest.
The tears I had held back until now begin to flow uncontrollably. I start sobbing, my body shaking. My heart is screaming, my soul is exhausted. The silence of the room becomes a witness to my tears… and I keep crying, with no support, with no hope.
I fall asleep right there on the floor, crying myself to exhaustion. My tears keep flowing until my eyes are tired, yet the pain in my heart refuses to fade. There’s a strange heaviness in the middle of my chest, as if even breathing has become difficult. My entire body feels drained, but my heart still can’t find peace. Somewhere in between the pain and exhaustion, sleep finally takes over without me even realizing it.
The next morning, my eyes open exactly at 5 a.m. The room is completely silent, broken only by the sound of my own heavy breathing. I slowly sit up. My head feels heavy, my eyes are swollen, and my heart is still filled with ache. Without making a sound, I quietly move toward the balcony.
I hide myself behind the curtain and look out into the garden. The soft morning light paints everything in gentle hues. There, as always, Mr. Wilson is standing, exercising as part of his daily routine. Every movement of his body reflects discipline and restrained anger. I keep watching him, unable to blink. For me, that moment feels strange, an unsettling mix of pain, bitterness, and an unspoken emotion I don’t know how to name.
Perhaps the intensity of my gaze reaches him. Mr. Wilson suddenly looks around, as if he has sensed someone watching. I come back to my senses and immediately step away from the curtain, returning to my room. My heart starts pounding loudly. I feel oddly unsettled, like a thief about to be caught.
I’m barely recovering from my thoughts when there’s a sudden knock on the door. I walk over and open it. A maid is standing there, respectfully asking, “Yes, ma’am, did you call for me?”
I remain silent for a moment, then reply in a calm voice, “From today onward, bring my breakfast, lunch, and dinner to my room.”
The maid nods in agreement and leaves. As soon as I close the door, I take a deep breath. Then I head toward the closet to get ready.
I’ve just started picking out my clothes when my phone rings. Seeing the doctor’s name on the screen, I’m taken by surprise. I quickly answer the call. From the other side, a serious voice says, “Come here as soon as possible.”
My heart begins to race. I want to ask what’s wrong, but the call disconnects. I’m left even more confused. Without wasting any time, I start getting ready in a hurry. My hands tremble slightly, and a thousand questions swirl through my mind.
Once I’m ready, I come down to the garden. The morning silence still lingers in the air. I rush straight to a car, sit inside, and tell the driver, “Take me to MW Hospital.”
The car moves forward. I sit back and look out through the window, but my mind is elsewhere. I’m completely unaware that somewhere nearby, someone’s eyes are carefully scanning me, watching my every move, tracking each step I take.
A few moments later, the car stops outside the hospital. I step out and immediately run inside, my legs shaking with fear and urgency. My heart is pounding rapidly, beating hard against my chest.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!