Chapter 5 Home

Vanessa:

I was drawn back to a mindful state when our car came to a halt.

I couldn't stop thinking about where Scot might have gone as it was already getting late.

It was supposed to be a day where both couples get to go home together.

But mine was different from the ordinary. Where could he have gone at this time? I marched out of the car, enraged, only to be embraced by the huge fountain lying in front of the compound.

I allowed my eyes to float in admiration as I caught sight of the manor stationed in front of me. I expected nothing less from a man coming from a wealthy family of such high prestige.

I grabbed my bag and proceeded into the mansion without looking back at the two guards who followed behind.

I've longed for a shower, and I think now will be the perfect time to have one.

A few servants greeted me warmly, offering to help me with my bag, but I refused.

I walked into the house, and I was awestruck by what I saw. I had thought the exterior embellishment of the manor was astonishing, but my mouth forms an O when I walk inside.

I allow my eyes to graze themselves as I gawk around in admiration.

Every furnishing was neatly inaugurated to blend with the fitting of the manor.

One of the maids approached me and took my bag before gesturing to the stairs, and I followed her. We walked up the countless stairs and into the bedroom.

The maid stood still and watched me sit on the bed while my eyes continued to gratify themselves. "Do you need me to unload your bag?" She asks and I shake my head.

"No, I'll do it myself," I told her.

"If you need anything, you can press the button close to the bed, and I'll be here," she said, pointing towards the edge of the bed and I tilt my head to follow her direction.

"Oh, right" I nod when I see the button and she smiles.

"I'll be leaving now" She bows and turns to leave, shutting the door softly behind her.

As soon as she left, I stood up from the bed and unloaded my bag myself. I couldn't sit and allow the maids to do everything for me even though I was tired.

I've always done my chores myself ever since I was a teenager and being a wife of a billionaire now wouldn't stop me from carrying out my responsibilities as a woman.

After unpacking my bag, I proceeded to the bathroom to have my long-desired shower.

Turning on the water, I exhaled deeply as the warmth collided with my skin, and after what seemed like hours in the bathroom, I towel-dried my hair and strolled back into the bedroom.

Reaching out and picking up my phone, I checked the time: 11:30pm. Scot hasn't come back yet, and I was getting worried.

I heaved a sigh and threw back my phone on the king-sized bed. Turning on my heels to go get dressed, my phone rings.

Sliding the answer button and lifting the phone up to my ear, a female voice spoke out."Hello Mrs Greyson,"

"Hello, Kate. How are you doing?" I asked, ignoring the name she used in addressing me.

"Very well. Thank you for asking. I just wanted to let you know all the arrangements for Elvis's chemotherapy are all set, and the doctor would like to meet with you tomorrow before the commencement of the treatment," she finished.

"That is lovely to hear. I will surely be there. Thank you so much, Kate"

"No need to thank me. Anything for my cute little husband," she said, and we both laughed. Kate is a nurse at the hospital where Elvis is.

She has been of great help to me since we arrived at the hospital and has taken it upon herself to make sure Elvis is cared for.

I had to take her number, as she was the only nice nurse in the big stupid hospital. I had to say- she's the only person who has made me laugh since coming back to this city.

The only friend I've made."I'll see you tomorrow, Kate," I said, smiling.

"Alright then... oh, and congratulations on your wedding"

"Oh, thank you... And how did you know" I asked sharply. I didn't expect her to know since I never said anything about getting married to her.

"Who wouldn't? It's all over the news," she announced.

" The news?Oh, alright then. Goodbye Kate" I hung up.

I never knew the news would circulate so fast. I guess that's what you get for marrying a man whose family are the richest in the city, so I didn't bother checking the news.

I lay down on the spacious bed after changing into my pyjamas. A small wave of ease washes over me as images of Elvis creep up my mind.

I may not be married to a man I love, but thinking about the slightest chance that Elvis could get better with his treatment, I felt positive.

Waking up the next morning, I realised Scot hadn't come back home the previous night. I had dropped a text and even called before dozing off the previous night, but none was returned.

A knock came on the door and I hurried to get it. Opening the door, I saw it was just a maid."Good morning, Mrs Greyson," the maid greeted me, and I nodded in response.

"Dinner is ready," she told me.

"Alright. I'll be down in a minute" I said, giving her a smile. She left and I headed straight to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and showered before heading downstairs.

I took a seat at the dining table big enough to house more than ten people. The food was served, and without hesitation, I dug in."Did Scot come back home yesterday?" I asked the maid who was standing, waiting for me to finish up.

"No, Mrs Greyson. I didn't see him," she told me.

Turning back to my food, my meal was interrupted by my ringing phone. "Hello," I say into the phone.

It was Scot's father.

"Come to the LA medical centre. Scot is at the hospital."

My spoon fell on my plate, and I stood up.

"What!?"