Emery
''I know what you did,'' I say, closing the door behind me before seeing her actions freeze. Yes, we're far enough from one another and that's great, distance is all that I need; there's no point of closing it.
''What did I do?'' She asks, obliviously.
''You don't have to lie, Hannah. Tell me the truth,'' I mutter; wanting to hear the truth from her because that's what I deserve after all her wrongdoings. She has caused destruction with my marriage and it has broken Emma—hurting me more, actually.
''She accused me,'' She says, standing up.
''She told the truth. Yet, you pushed her and it could have caused her own death—you attempted murder. Unfortunately, I lost my baby but I'm more than thankful that my wife survived,'' I calmly, speak to her. ''You may have rights as you are an Australian but you're in London and you've almost killed the future queen. The only punishment is death,'' I add.
To my surprise, she starts to chuckle, ''Death?''
I clench my jaw, not liking the fact that she thinks this is all a damn joke, ''Does it humour you?'' I ask, trying to look for fear, regret but I see none.
''What does your kingdom say about killing a pregnant woman?'' Both of her eyes are staring directly into my soul, somehow.
Then again, she was the one who caused this whole chaos to happen; everyone knew about her action, she tried to harm their future queen and that is more than legal. It's against the law—any law.
''That was what you attempt,'' I reply, slowly.
She stays quiet for the next few seconds which causes me to continue on; the woman in front of me, she used to soothe my pain—well, we were close but all of a sudden, I don't think I know her anymore.
''Hannah, you've changed. I don't know what has gotten into you but you're not the same Hannah I met years ago. You're not you,'' I say, trying to make her realise that I still feel sorry for what has happened but there's no going back; she caused this.
''What if this is me?'' She questions.
''Then, I've never known you,'' I mutter.
Seconds before I can push the door open and leave the room, her words stopped me. Even if I want her to hurt more than Emma did, I can't deny that she used to be the one that I poured my sorrow, my pain.
''How can you not feel anything for me? How can you say that you don't want to deal with commitment but you end up marrying someone? I know, I'm not good enough for you and you're a prince,'' She says, but I stay still; facing the door—not bothered to turn.
We've spent a lot of times together in the past and I can't lie saying that it didn't mean something to me because it sure did but not enough. She knew the main deal, she knew that I didn't want to have any serious relationships because at the end of the damn day, I'll be hurting her heart. She knew that.
''I'll see you in court,'' I say before exiting.
Security that has been waiting outside begin to barge in as I leave; not sparing a second glance. I'm more than glad to have made that decision, to not have a serious relationship with anyone because if I did, I wouldn't have fallen for Emma.
I look up to find Evelyn staring at me.
''Come on, Emma wants to see you,'' She says.
Just like that, I make my way towards her before pulling her by the shoulder and walk side by side; Evelyn and I have always been close but things changed when we started going on different paths. She started travelling and I went to further my studies, but here we are close as ever.
''Are you okay?'' She mutters under her breath.
''I'm alright. Don't worry,'' I smile at her.
We enter the car that has been waiting for us before the chauffeur drives away towards the hospital. Ever since what happened, Emma has been down and a little bit hopeless but I know that she'll heal. It will take a lot of time but she will be fine.
Mother is with her right now, accompanying.
''I'm worried about her, Evelyn.'' I sigh, deeply.
Her blue eyes meet mine instantly, sadness, in her eyes but her lips are curved into a smile. She is trying to be strong for me when I'm almost falling apart. Emma and I have been married for less than six months but we're already facing problems like this.
''You said so yourself, she'll get better. Losing a child is very painful, Emery; especially now.'' She looks out at the window as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, ''Believe me when I say this, but everything happens for a reason,'' She adds, slowly.
''Including the miscarriage?'' I ask, feeling the sadness overwhelming me and slowly making me remember back what happened yesterday—the way her eyes just cried out pain, it was killing me too.
She grabs onto my hand, ''Emery, it's not—''
I cut her off, ''No. I understand, Evelyn. God is testing me and I know that He won't test me unless He knows that I'll be able to overcome it but why does it feel like the pain is too much to bear?'' I breathe out.
''You're right. The pain is too much to bear; not just for you but for anyone else. I can't say that I know what it feels like because I don't. Just, trust me,'' She pulls me closer, comforting me, ''You'll be fine,''
Maybe because I'm still emotional about this, the same exact pain that Emma is still feeling. She's going through much worse than me. The pain that affects me is almost killing me, I don't know about her trying to cooperate with it because I can't.
''Be strong for her. She needs you most,'' She says.
As soon as we arrived at the hospital, I peek through the door to find her laughing with my mother. The sound of her laughter soothes my current pain, joying me at the slightest—knowing that she's better.
''That would be silly,'' My mother chuckles.
I push the door open, making both of them turn to look at me; then, within seconds, mother has already made her way towards me with a small smile on her face as she exits the room. I am left, looking at my own wife—her lips curved up into a smile.
I close the door behind me, ''Hey,'' I breathe.
''Hi,'' She replies, slowly.
Without me realising, I am already grabbing onto her hand; caressing the back of it. She squeezes my hand, leaving me smiling at the action. My heart softens and my eyes are getting teary as I try to be strong.
''You alright?'' She asks, interrupting my thoughts.
I find myself scoffing and chuckling at her question, then, I begin to answer. ''I should be asking you that,'' I say, looking directly into her brown eyes; missed how we used to just stare deeply, not bothered to think of anything else but now, we can't help it.
Every time I look at her, I am constantly reminded of the pain we've been through—the kind of pain that I vowed to not let her through but I failed. My vow, this marriage is for us to find each other and to finally accept the truth; yet, we went through chaos.
''Come here,'' She mutters under her breath.
Just like that, I start to lean in towards her. My lips are brushing against hers; making me feel the softness of her lips, moving in sync with mine. The way she would always close the distance between us whenever we kiss, it's a huge turn on. She has never pulled or hesitate in trying to reveal her true feelings.
I can kiss her all day, all night, I don't mind.
I break the kiss, ''I've missed you,'' Before continuing to kiss her back, this time, pressing my lips a little bit deeper on hers. She smiles as she kisses me back, with the same rhythm—building back our relationship.
''Missed you more,'' She kisses on my cheek.
As I cup onto her face, I can't help but keep on smiling as she stares into my eyes. ''When can we go home? I really hate it here,'' She says, chuckling slightly.
''The doctor said that you'll be able to discharge tomorrow morning and because of that, I'll be spending the night here with you,'' I reply.
''You've been spending the night here for the past couple of days. You deserve to rest at home,'' She furrows her eyebrows, sighing deeply afterwards. Her concerning about my wellbeing is just too darn cute but my wellbeing is not really the whole point here. As long as she is doing fine, getting all better, I'll be fine too. So, she needs to make sure she stays healthy.
''I love you, Emma. I'll be doing anything to make sure that you're happy, even if it'll be only you that's happy but I don't mind—you're very important to me. I don't need to rest at home just because I'm tired because I want to be here with you,'' I say.
Surprisingly, she starts to wrap her arms around my neck—pulling me closer towards her. Both of my hands are slowly placed onto her waist before wrapping around her body; mixing our warmths.
We can stay like this, forever. I'd like that.
Hours have passed but it's only nine thirty. I glance down at my wrist watch before turning to look at Emma, seeing that she has fallen asleep; her face facing me. Then, I begin to stare back at my laptop, mind mostly corrupted and unfocused—I've been doing this for the past hour.
All of a sudden, my phone beeps:
You alright, man? — Cole
I glance up at Emma again for a few seconds, wanting to make sure that she's in a deep sleep. The way she is snuggled close and comfortably, I'm sure she's sleeping well.
Yeah, what about you? — Sent
I'm okay. Just a bit going on in my head about my sister. I'm sorry for what had happened to Emma and I'm sorry for what Hannah tried to do. — Cole
It's fine, Cole. I don't really blame anyone about this. Seriously, man, are you okay? Tell me anything. — Sent
Of course not, Emery. My sister's in jail and she'll be sentenced in court. How can I be okay? But it's all her fault and I know that. I know about the consequences too. — Cole
Consequences? — Sent
Death. — Cole
It takes me awhile to respond, knowing that it's true. No one should be dealing with the death of others that is close to them—even if they've done a lot of wrong things.
We don't know about that yet. — Sent
Don't lie to me, man. She attempted to kill your wife and that's a huge deal, especially since she's the future queen. Your people will want her dead. — Cole
Let's not talk about this now, okay? I have things to do and Emma's awake. We'll talk about this but just not now. Don't worry too much about it, Cole. — Sent
I look up at Emma, seeing that she's not even showing signs that she's waking up soon. I had to lie to Cole, it must not be easy for him to know that her sister will be facing death once she is being questioned in court for her actions—he will be there, too.
What have we become? We were fine before.