His Cure

Alyssa’s phone rang and she broke the hug to pick it up.

“Hello?”she pulled her nostril.

“He.. he is out?. He made it?.. oh my God!!! I am coming down there right now!”she jumped up in excitement.

“Beatrice, Gregory is fine!! He is fine!!”she exclaimed, happily.

Beatrice smiled out with a calmed face.

“Thankfully, he is fine.”she breathed out.

“Let’s go meet him now.”Alyssa took her hand but Beatrice shook her head.

“I.. I will stay back. I.. I don’t wanna go.”she stuttered.

“Why?. Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty.”Alyssa scoffed.

“No.. I just don’t think I’m in my right mind to.. see him now.”

“Come on, of course, who said you have to be in you right mind?. This is your husband, a–”

“Fake husband. It’s relaxing enough to know that he is alive.”Beatrice interrupted and looked away.

Alyssa scoffed.

“I.. well.. I should go now. I will come back for you.”she fred her hand and hurried out of the room.

Beatrice fell on the bed, heavily.

She doesn’t have to go see him.

After all, he already warned her not to worry about him.

She abhors the sight and smell of …

She yanked her hair up.

Those are just excuses, aren’t they?.

She probably just do not want to believe that she is worried about him.

She laid flat on the bed.

“I am probably the worst wife ever.”she sighed.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

But, she doesn’t give a care.

He is not her husband and she is not his wife.

They are nothing but business partners.

~~

Brownie barged into the house and found Amelia dancing, happily.

His brows deepened in a frown.

He stared at his phone.

He’d called her repeatedly but she didn’t picked up.

However, here is his sweet wife dancing her life out when her family is in chaos.

“Amelia..”he called.

He called her again but she didn’t budge.

He went to turn off the music and that was when she turned to him.

“Must you really kill my fun for me?”she jeered.

She went to refill her glass.

“Amelia, have you seen the news?. Gregory is dead. Tasha, your aunt is dead too and..”

Amelia glued her eyes to the glass as she circled it around in her hand.

Brownie sighed.

Why does she look so unbothered?.

“I heard your father passed out too.”

That message seems to get to her as her eyes fired up at him.

“So?”she asked in a whisper.

“Is he dead?”

Brownie scoffed.

“Well.. no. But your brother, there’s still a tiny hope for him but Tasha?, I think she is gone forever.”

Amelia placed her lips on the rim of the glass before she diverting her eyes away from him and nodded before downing her wine.

“May their souls rest in peace. Father is still alive, bless God.”she simply responded.

“I mean.. why, why don’t you seem to care about others?. You are about to lose two relatives in a day. I didn’t expect to find you home and even if I did, you shouldn’t be.. in a merry state as earlier.”

Amelia snorts.

“I can finally inherit my father’s properties, Brown. Aren’t you happy for me?. We can now afford buying you the lastest, expensive and posh brown cars. You don’t like that?. We..”

“You think I would enjoy luxuries that you got with blood with you?. Let’s divorce, Amelia. I didn’t know you could be this cruel for mere properties. Aren’t you comfortable enough in your current status?. I can pretty much afford buying a lastest car and it’s all about happiness sometimes not about money!”he cried out.

“Shit! You won’t be in that..”

“Oh, here we go again.”Brown scoffed.

“I am done licking your ass, Amelia. I would return all your help to you. I would abandon everything gotten by you for me or through you. I won’t stay under one roof with a criminal. Mind you, I would go report y..”

Amelia bursted into laughter.

“Report me?. Fine, let’s divorce. But, you’d better move out quietly. I can easily tell them you have a hand in this also and because I wasn’t willing to give you a fair share, you decided to rat on me. I..”she stepped closer to him.

Brown let’s out a scoff.

“Is that you agreeing that you killed them?. I was actually speculating before in order to get words out of your mouth. So..”

“I can kill you right on that spot too.”she snickers.

Brown chuckled.

“I guess we would both die then.”he smirks.

She hit the glass cup in her hand on his head and Brown staggered back.

He touched his head and brought his hand to his face and saw that it has been smeared with blood.

He dashed into the kitchen and came back, holding a knife.

But, Amelia has already ran out.

He went out of the house and saw her rushing to her car.

He gnashed his teeth in anger.

He called the cops and informed them about her misdeeds as he watched her drive out of the compound.

**

##Next Day

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Gregory opened his eyes, weakly.

He shut it again when all he got was a blurry vision.

He opened his eyes back and found Melinda’s face closed to his.

“Me..”he tried to speak.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”she beamed and took her head back.

“I.. where am I?”

“You got shot, remember?. And, you’re in the hospital.”she sat on the chair.

“The doctor said only to take vegetables and warm soup. And, oh, I’m afraid you won’t be able to drink coffee for a while.”she chuckled at her last words.

Gregory touched his head.

His face wrinkled up as he tried to recollect what had happened.

“Bea.. Beatrice. Is.. she fine?”he asked.

“Yeah.”Melinda replied.

Gregory stared around.

“She.. couldn’t come because..”

“I understand.”he cut her off and sat up.

“I see you’re finally awake.”Alyssa scoffed as she came inside.

“Are you here to scold or empathize with me?”

“Did you know how much I was worried about?. Gggg”she scurried to his side and hugged him.

“Well.. thanks.”he replied.

“Jeez. Anyways, I brought breakfast for you. White rice and soup.”

Gregory stared between her and Melinda.

“Ok, I see Melinda also brought some food for you. Make a choice though. My food or Melinda’s?”

“Definitely not yours. I don’t wanna black out again.”he teased.

“Damn you.”Alyssa frowned.