Chapter 73: Pain

"Have you fallen for my husband?" Elleanor asked in a cold and suspicious tone as she closely watched Nevaeh, awaiting her answer.

Elle had not imagined herself there asking such a question. She had come there because she was livid and in pain, but here she was asking such a question while feeling immense pain and anger, and overwhelming sadness.

She need not wait long for Nevaeh to answer, as her trembling lips, fluttering lashes, and darting eyes, all confirmed her suspicion. Fear and guilt formed a mist in her eyes, and therein lies the answer she needed.

Nevaeh has indeed fallen for another man.

But how was this possible? Was it that easy to fall in and out of love? If so, why hasn't she experienced this wholesome feeling which seems to come easy to everyone except her? Why was her heart not leaping and soaring in this love? Why hasn't Francis fallen for her again, and why did he have to take something away from her? Why now has he become the reason why she was hurting?

There were so many why's in her heart that others didn't seem to get. Others like her sister. She gazed at Nevaeh.

"I...I..." Nevaeh stuttered.

"Don't you dare lie, vaeh. It doesn't suit you." She drawled. Her grip over Nevaeh consciously tightened as she pulled her even closer making the girl blink in fear.

If anyone was an open book, then it was Nevaeh. The girl was transparent as water, and her emotions always flashed through her eyes like ocean waves, revealing every turbulence and calm within her heart. This was who she was. So easy and predictable

She watched Nevaeh battle the tears that formed in her eyes as she lowered her head.

"Elle, I am sorry." She apologized, but her apology only made the anger in Elle run deeper.

To be honest, she was surprised by this discovery, but intently pondering on it now, she felt infuriated.

Was love this fickle, it could be lost and forgotten in such a short time?

She fixed her gaze on Nevaeh. "Do you really not love Francis anymore?" She asked, slightly startling Nevaeh who blinked rapidly. She seemed to be a bit flustered by the question as she suddenly looked a bit lost. Or did she not know?

Her eyes were intently fixed on her as she waited for her answer. Nevaeh seem to have loved Francis with all her heart, and would die without him. So what had changed in such a short time?

Nevaeh slowly gazed at her but she lowered her head again. "I don't know." She replied making Elle frown.

What did she mean by that? How could she not know? Elle was about saying something when Nevaeh continued.

"I honestly don't know what I feel for Francis anymore, maybe it's guilt or love, I don't know. But I'm sure of my feelings for Dale." She said while Elle focused on her like she was trying to guage the truth in her words. She told the truth, but she could also tell Nevaeh was holding back on something. She could see it in her eyes, and she wondered what it was.

She couldn't believe Nevaeh had so easily forgotten Francis, the man who was very much still obsessed with her and she had tried everything to make him be with her.

And did she say, guilt? She'd love for Francis to hear this.

It seems life was indeed unfair. It didn't play fair to some of its subject. Here she was longing for something her sister could easily discard in a few days.

Life really do favour some people in a platter, and to others, it cast no care. All she wanted was to feel whole and be certain of her feelings just like her sister was. But even that, she couldn't get.

Without meeting her gaze Nevaeh apologized again. "I'm sorry."

Sorry? For what? She wondered.

Sorry, wouldn't bring back what she had just lost. Neither would it grant her what she desired. Her apology only made her hurt more.

The man she thought was her salvation was still obsessed with her sister, who was now in love with the man she had used as a pawn to entrap the very man who has now caused her pain.

A low wince escaped her lips and her grip over Nevaeh loosened.

Nevaeh looked at her with worry when she staggered backwards.

"Elleanor, what is wrong?" Nevaeh reflexively reached for her. Her small arms holding her steady. The concern and her worry in her eyes were so genuine but Elle felt irritated by it.

She hissed. "I'm in so much pain, Vaeh." She closed her eyes and said.

"Pain? What pain? Where do you hurt?" Nevaeh fawned over her with worry. Her eyes carefully trailing over her in search of where she hurts.

Elle looked at her with heavy emotions flickering through eyes as her hand went over her stomach, and she sighed.

"Help me to the restroom." She said making Nevaeh nodded. But the girl suddenly stiffened and a worried frown flashed through her face, her eyes were also disorganized like she had realized something important.

Cocking a brow at her, Elle asked. "Are you reluctant to help me?" And that brought the naive girl to her senses who shook her head.

"Then help me." She hissed. Nevaeh nodded obediently but again she paused and her eyes became frightful.

"What is it now?" Elle asked irritably.

Nevaeh nervously and guiltily looked at her and replied. "Dale would be back soon."

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"And that would be a problem?" She raised a questioning brow at her.

"He doesn't know." She replied, but Elle felt Nevaeh had just told a lie. The girl really doesn't know herself well.

Understanding what she meant, Elle replied. "He won't know." She took notice of the look in her eyes as if she thought otherwise.

"Will you help me or not?" She asked cutting in Nevaeh's thought. Nevaeh nodded and placed her hand around her as she led her to one of rooms by the hallway.

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Nevaeh knew Elle couldn't understand her worries because she didn't know what Dale was. Though he might not be there at the moment, but he'd know of her presence as soon as he returned. He wouldn't be able to read her mind, but the maid's minds were permeable to him. Would he think she had lied to him just like she had lied to Elle?

She wasn't trying to be selfish with Dale, but she couldn't help it. Blame her for falling for him, but what could do against a man who taunted and tempted her till he became a sin in her heart. The sin of convetiousness and lust has he cloaked her with.

Elle wasn't forthcoming with her reason for being there and she couldn't be too direct to ask again, could she?

No! she didn't think so. Elle was making signals of worry blare in her heart.

She had a feeling Elle was here to send her away and she was looking for a subtle way to do so without hurting her feelings. But she was already feeling hurt. Her heart was hammering heavily, she feared her ribs would break.

Could she leave? She didn't want to. A week ago this had been the uttermost desire of her heart, but now... She didn't want to. But what claim had she over Dale? He had not said much after her confession, but he had asked her to wait. Wait and not stay. But she wanted to wait for him. She wanted to hear what he had to say, as well as share her dream with him. She wanted him to say, he chose her even if she wasn't who he was waiting for.

Could she tell everything to Elle and hope she'd understand and give her sometime?

She glanced at Elle who really seemed to be in so much pain as beads of sweat formed over her face as they walked towards one of the visitors room on the ground floor.

"Elleanor what is wrong with you? Do you want to go to the hospital?" She asked with concern and held the bathroom door for her.

Elle walked in but didn't bother spare her a look neither did she answer her. But Nevaeh caught a glimpse of her countenance on the mirror.

"I'll wait for you here." She said and closed the door, giving her some privacy.

Nevaeh could feel her heart hammering more and more behind her chest. She didn't know what to do, what to expect, or even what to pray for.

She snapped her head around when the door opened and Elle walked out of the bathroom, but her skipped when she saw what laid in her hand.

Her eyes widened in shock, and they opened inches more when saw the cold and dead look in Elle's eyes. What was she doing?

Why did she have a gun?

Wait! Why was she pointing it at her?

"El..le...what are you doing?" She asked in horror, her face turning pale in an instant.

She took a step back when Elle stalked towards her. Her face void of any emotion, but pain. But not physical pain, but something more emotional.

"Elle..." She panickly called. What was going on here?

"Do you really want to know I'm here?" She asked, but she continued before Nevaeh could register her question. "Because I am hurt, Nevaeh. I'm hurt in an unimaginable way, and I don't even know why I am. He took my child, our child because of you."

"Child?" What was she talking about? What child was she....

"Francis murdered my child because of you. You keep taking some much from me, Vaeh, even without trying, and I can't help but feel, maybe, just maybe I'll finally be whole when you're gone, and Francis would feel the pain he put me through when he loses you."

What?!

Nevaeh's heart thundered when she heard her. What was she saying?

"Elleanor, I don't understand." She couldn't make sense of what she was saying? How was she to make her feel whole? What did that even mean? And what had Francis done to her baby? What baby were they even talking about here?

"I don't think you'd be able to understand even if I told you, so I'd rather things remain this way." She said. Nevaeh's eyes followed her finger as she removed the safety, and at the very moment it occured to she was truly in danger, and at the mercy of her sister.

Her eyes darted towards the door as she analysed an escape plan, but she knew wouldn't be able to make it. Her legs couldn't be faster than a moving bullet. Or maybe she should call for help?

But who would she call?

Engel? But calling him would reveal him in front of Elle. She had to call for someone else.

Laila.

Though she might be fast enough to call out for help, but what Nevaeh did not know was that, she wouldn't be able to finish the first syllable of the name she called when she felt something go through her neck.

Did Elle just shoot her? Why does it feel....

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