Chapter 137 Can’t Bear To Lose Them Both

"Goodnight Aunt Emily!" Stacy waved from the back of the car as her mother pulled out of Stella's drive way.

"Goodnight", Amy shouted with a wave as she smiled at the little one.

She was standing at her door step ready to get in. Alex honked at her and waved before driving off into the night. She waved back as she watched the car drive off. Her gaze fell towards Stella's house to find Nora staring at her with puppy eyes and throwing flying kisses at her.

Amy shook her head as she walked into her house. Nora indeed took after her mother, she had no filter. She sighed. That was the least of her problems. The news that had made the headlines still echoed in her mind. She could not begin to imagine the painful death those men suffered. It just showed how ruthless Gwen and her organization can be.

Amy easily saw through her line of thought. Since she couldn't find the culprit, why not send a warning message to him. Amy shook her head. All this just brought her worry. She may not have shown it in front of Stella and company but it still worried. To be specific, she was worried about Zach.

The night before....

"About that", Zach started.

"I'm not looking at Mr. Stewart's face but three faces who I'm going to find out about in a sec...." She said while typing.

Zach fell quiet and let her do her research. Amy was befuddled, the three belonged to three of Greco's rival companies. And these were in the forefront of trying to disrupt Greco's chance of getting an investment both locally and internationally.

"Oh?"

"You're wondering if this was done deliberately? Well, it was all a coincidence. It wasn't in our plan for George's footage to be captured but we knew his disguise was good enough to not lead them to us. When I asked the boys to run an analysis, those were the results."

"I don't know Zachery..... I...." She had a bad feeling about this.

"Don't worry, Amy. I'll keep an eye out. But let's see how she will retaliate with three suspects who know nothing about the break in", he was trying to convince her and himself. Deep down, he had a bad feeling as well.

Present time...

She stood in the shower with the hot water easing her aching muscles. Her mind was plagued with thoughts of the incident. Zach said he would keep a lookout. With such a result, it only means he failed. She sighed. That was not what she was worried about. It was Zach she worried about. If they find out it was him, what would they do to him?

She closed her eyes to brush away such horrifying thoughts. Her heart was beating wildly in anxiousness. She opened her eyes as she let out a breath and closed the shower. She did her night skin care routine, dressed up into her pajama shorts and strapped top, before getting into bed.

"Hey", Zach's voice echoed into the quiet night.

She secured a connection as soon as she settled under the sheets. Hearing his voice calmed her nerves a little. She let out a sigh in relief.

"Hey", she answered.

"Talk to me", he immediately detected her dejection.

"I saw the news", she started unsure if how to proceed. But she was disturbed nonetheless.

"You must be disappointed that I-"

"I'm worried", she cut him in. "I'm worried about you Zachery. I'm worried about what they might do to you if they find out-"

"Ssh! Amy, calm down. I'm fine. Nothing is going to happen to me. I'm fine", he assured her. His heart melted when he heard the genuine worry in her tone. He was not the only one worried.

He heard a soft sob and his heart broke. It seemed the incident had really scared her. He needed to calm her down. It would be easier if she was right there with him. Zach still comforted her. They barely talked and she fell asleep to the sound of him comforting her.

...

Night had fallen, and a cold wind brushed through her hair and glazed her skin. Goosebumps formed and Amy rubbed her arms to warm them up as she was in jeans and a matching sleeveless top.

She looked around. She was not sure where she was. It was in the middle of a street she could not recognize. It was a run down street with buildings that had white washed paint. It was an underdeveloped area. The shops seemed deserted than just closed. The odd part was, the whole street was deserted. A chill run down her spine. The smell of danger was strong in the air.

She made a move on. She needed to get out of there. She had barely taken a step forward when she heard a scuttling sound. She moved to quicken her pace when:

"Amy!" Someone called.

That voice. She knew that voice. Her heart knew it before her eyes could take in the person. It had been so long since she had seen him. Out of excitement, she turned around.

"Zachery!" She called back. Her eyes welled up with tears.

He was in one of the shops. He smiled when he saw her.

"Amy!" He called out.

Without wasting a second, she rushed forward to go into the shop when the sound of a gun shot went off. She froze in shock. Zach's smile slowly faded away as blood dripped from the center of his forehead.

"No!" She whispered.

She didn't know where or who had pulled the trigger. She moved forward to go to him when his body was suddenly engulfed in flames.

"NO! ZACH! ZACHERYYYYY!" she cried out. Helpless hot tears trickled down her cheeks as she watched the horrid scene before her.

It felt like her heart had been ripped out. All those times she stayed away yearned for him and in this one moment she thought they would reunite, he was gone. Her actions were just in vain. He was gone.

She couldn't let him go just like that. It can't be true. He can't be gone just like that. She took a step forward but the flames were getting out of control as they consumed the building. The heat and the light was getting too strong. She shielded her face with her hand only to fall into darkness.

She removed her hand and looked around. A bright white light came on. She found herself lying on a bed. Her baby bump had grown so big she couldn't see past her stomach. She was now a medical gown. She looked around, there was no one.

"Susan?" She called out in fear. She got an eery feeling from being in a dark room and in her vulnerable state.

No answer.

"Susan? Susan where are you? Susan?" She called out. Her breathing became erratic as she was gripped in fear.

"Susan?" A female voice answered. The person stepped out from the dark and they were in a surgical gown.

"Gwen", Amy recognized her. Her hands reflexively shielded her belly.

Gwen chuckled when she saw this. "Susan is not here. It's me. Just me. And you know what I'm going to do? Same thing I did to Zach, I'm going to do to that little bastard!"

A sinister smile stretched on her lips as medical blades suddenly appeared in her hands. Amy's eyes widened in fear. She shook her head.

"NO! Not my baby! No!" Amy cried while profusely shaking her head.

Gwen only chuckled as she drew closer to the bed. Amy felt like she could not move. 'This must be a dream', she chanted. She couldn't bear to lose them both.

So she gathered all the strength and shouted, "NO!"

Her eyes opened and she was back in her room. It was all a dream. Beads of sweat carpeted her forehead and tears trickled down her cheeks. It all felt too real. Her chest rose and fell as she calmed down from her nightmare. However, something felt off. She lifted the sheets and her eyes widened in horror. Blood had pooled between her legs.

"NO!"