Chapter 155: For A Useless Man
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Heather laid down there with no will to stand up and do anything to save herself, she had admitted to herself that she is not as strong as Sapphire and would never be, maybe this is where her own story would end.
She had sworn that she would never go down alone, and believed with every fiber in her body that she would drag Sapphire down with her.
What more dragging down is there for her to do? You can only drag down something that is above you and in your reach but Sapphire had soared higher and out of her reach, even if she tried over and over for a million times, she still wouldn't get her.
This is her punishment, this is what she believed, and there is no doubt in it.
This is her punishment for snatching the fiancé of a woman who trusted her with all of her heart and letting her down the worst way possible, she colluded with her evil sister and messed her up and all for what?
For a useless and selfish man who would discard her the moment he had no more use for her and she stopped offering him anything.
She coveted after her friend's fiancé simply because he is rich and seemed to give her a lot of things. Sapphire had always looked prim and proper. At least that is the reason she thought she had to do such things she did, but now at the brink of death, she is not so sure anymore.
Whenever she looks at Oliver, she could confirm that he is rich and that she loves him but she couldn't picture herself getting jealous of Sapphire because the scum gives her everything.
It should have been obvious to her as the woman's best friend that Oliver doesn't give her shit.
Sapphire is the one that does all that by herself and tell those people in the social circle that she brought it in order to not make him look bad, she – Heather- had also done that but rather than doing it in order to not make him look bad, she did it in order to convince the ladies of high society that Oliver loves her, a love deep enough to leave his sophisticated girlfriend for her.
She got Sapphire out of prison and put herself in the cage the woman was, to get self-inflicted pain. In a way, she and Sapphire were similar, they both gave their heart to man that didn't deserve it.
If there is any God out there, or any creature that is really in charge of assigning tribulations and reincarnations, she doesn't want to come back to life and love someone like Oliver, she doesn't ever want to meet someone like him, if that's what is waiting for her. She would rather burn over and over again in the deepest of all hell.
‘Oliver, I curse you for doing this to me. I hope you meet a doom that would make you question your existence!'
Those were her last thoughts as she felt her consciousness fading away, she welcomed the bliss with all over her heart.
She heard a sound like the opening of the door, the door was never closed because she heard the sound once, and it was so obvious that someone just entered the room.
There was a rhythmic sound of boots clicking on the floor, the person walked towards her and stopped right in front of her but she didn't have the energy to raise her head and stare at the person properly. The person clicked their tongue and sucked their teeth in something akin to disbelief and mockery.
'You really failed miserably, you didn't even live up to quarter of the worth the name you have is. Heather Smith is not as stupid as this, I am thoroughly disappointed," the person said, it was a feminine voice. 'At the end of the day, she was right, you were weak to the very end."
The person left where she was standing in front of her and walked leisurely to the shelves that lined the wall. She pressed some passcode somewhere around it, she could tell that she was pressing some passcode because of the sound it was making.
'Do you want to know what is here? ‘Heather, 'she asked, emphasizing on the name.
'It contains the list of all the crimes Oliver had committed and evidence. The asshole loves to keep a memo in order to give a pat on the back of his narcissistic self." The woman said. 'After you die, he is going to keep something on you as a memo that he succeeded in ruining you, he is a psychopathic bastard."
She was already feeling too dizzy, she was losing a lot of blood and the damn woman just kept on going on and on, she should keep shut and let her go to the other side in peace.
'Did the master mention that he forgot to close the door on his way out?" Someone's voice said in a distance.
'Shit!" The woman closer to her cursed in annoyance. 'There's a miscalculation here, turns out the damn man is not going to kill you," The woman said and with that, she was gone and Heather felt her consciousness fade away.
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Beeping sound, that distinct smell, single bed and white room, all these pointed to the fact that she is in a hospital.
Was she not dead? She was sure that she was dying and expecting it with bliss? She wished for death but couldn't remember why?
She looked down at herself and her clothes were stained with blood, she had bandages wrapped around her head.
'Do you remember how you got here?" A woman asked beside her and she turned her head to see a woman in her sixties.
She thought about her question for a bit before she shook her in disagreement, she can't remember how or why she is here.
'I … I … don't … know. What… is … wrong with … me? Why… am I … here?" She asked slowly and the woman smiled at her sweetly.
'I am your doctor who has been responsible for taking care of you. I have tried every possible medication in order to get your memory back, someone saw you on the road the day before yesterday and at night, heavily injured, it is like some robbers banged your head and got things from you, you are dressed in wealthy clothes, I didn't remove you bloody clothes because I thought that there's possibility that it might jog your memory,"
'Where … is … Oliver?" She asked and the woman paused. She isn't sure why her voice had that amount of resentment and hatred in it, she is sure that Oliver is her fiancé.
'I have contacted him and he will be here in a bit." The woman said. 'There is only a way to make you get your memory back, Ms. Smith," the woman said and Heather turned to her with interest in her eyes.
'What way is that?" She asked and the woman was about to open her mouth when Venita opened the door and came inside the room, the doctor paused in whatever she was about to say when she saw the sneer on Heather's lips.
'What are you doing here?" She asked and Venita rolled her eyes at her.
'What am I doing here?" Venita asked and scoffed before crossing her hand over her chest. 'That's no way to talk to your savior," She added.
'What savior are you talking about? Why would you save me?" She asked.
It couldn't be that Venita is that someone that the woman talked about. Can it?
'Exactly Heather. Why would I say that?" She said and scoffed. 'I am being hounded by those news zombies that are rather called reporters because calling them that is unprofessional, and I went out of my way to help you when you went out all drunk and had all those gold jewelries all on you, with a lot of cash in your bag, practically begging for thieves to love you. You blabbered nonsense about coming from the bar and stink of alcohol a lot. Just how much alcohol did you consume? Were you that distraught over the fact that Oliver scolded you? Now look at this beautiful designer, I still can't get your damn blood out of it," She ranted and Heather just stared at her with unblinking eyes.
Oliver scolded her? Was that the reason why she resented and hated him? And was the alcohol the reason her head hurt like hell? Were the robbers the ones that hit her head on the hard surface she had a vision of hitting her head on? Now that she thinks about it, she is sure that the person is a man.
'She said that she didn't remember anything about what happened that night," the doctor informed Venita and she rolled her eyes in annoyance.
'You don't remember? You are such an idiot. How are we supposed to get those people if we have no information about them? In that stupid bag of yours that you put a lot of money in there is also a file that is very important to Oliver, how on earth you thought it would be a good idea to do that is out of my thinking ability," Venita said harshly, it was obvious that she was exasperated.
Nothing had changed, simply because she had saved her didn't mean that she had changed and turned nice. She was still the same bitchy Venita she knew.
'Oliver might really kill you if you don't find that file, he was telling me how important to him," She added and at her words, she felt her heart beat skip in fear and dread, she didn't doubt that the man would do it.
'Tell me, doc. What way did you say you have to make me remember what happened? Don't worry, tell me, I am ready to do anything," she said in desperation and the doctor nodded, staring straight into her eyes with a small smile on her face.
