Ex-wife's Revenge: Love Me Again Dear Husband

Annabel's POV

"Let me go!" I screamed as I thrashed around on the hospital bed, my hands and feet were bound. I looked around as sweat poured down my face. There were doctors and nurses cladded in white and it seemed that they were preparing for a surgery.

"Who the hell are you?!" I screamed my lungs out in fright, "Why am I here?! Fucking let me go!"

But none of them paid attention to me. They were focused on setting the surgical instruments. My breath became ragged and heavy. The last thing I remembered was being alone with Michelle in the room. I have no idea how I appeared on this hospital bed.

My gaze fell outside while I screamed for help and my eyes widened when I recognized the faces of my father-in-law and mother-in-law. Hope flushed inside my heart.

"Mom! Dad! Please get me out of here!" I screamed.

However, Mr Davis and his wife Vivian scoffed and walked into the hospital room so casually. They smiled down at me but it wasn't the usual kind of smile. It was one full of contempt, it sent shivers down my spine.

"Didn't you stick your nose in my business, Annabel?" Mr Davis said to me with eyes as dark as the devil's, "Didn't I warn you not to cross paths with me, huh?"

I bit my lower lip to stop the tears from falling. Only few weeks ago I'd stumbled upon hushed tones. They were that of Mr Davis and his cohorts planning the murder of an associate. I was not so lucky and got caught. He threatened me not to say a word but it haunted me all night.

I spoke to Scott, my husband, about it but he thought it was a joke. He could never believe that his father is a murderer.

"You..you had to tell my son even after I warned you, Annabel!" Mr Davis muttered through clenched teeth.

Tears fell from my eyes as I whispered, "I can't let you kill an innocent man."

Both of them laughed at me like I'd gone mad. Vivian, my mother-in-law placed a hand on my belly.

"No," I cried even harder, that was my child. Mine and Scott's. "Please..don't.. I promise I won't say a word about it anymore! Please.. I'd do anything. Please don't hurt my child!"

"No," Mr Davis said to me, "I'll have to teach you a lesson so next time, you won't think I'm bluffing!"

"No..no please!" I cried and screamed, thrashing on the hospital bed, "It's... it's your grandchild! How..how could you be so cruel?!"

Vivian tucked her dark hair behind her ears. I should have known...I thought inwardly. She is Mr Davis' second wife and the mother to his second son. She is Scott's stepmother and so she has no blood relation to the child in my womb. She came across as a loving and wonderful mother when in fact she is a treacherous snake!

"Relax, it won't take long." she whispered as she caressed my face and I watched them walk out of the room, leaving me to my fate.

My crying and shouting did nothing to make the doctors have pity on me. They wheeled their surgical instruments towards my bed and dimmed the light in the room.

"No..no!" I sobbed, "Please don't harm my child! Please let me go, I am begging you!"

But they picked up a syringe and pierced it through my arm. I gave a yelp as it worked it way down my veins.

"Please.." I begged as I lost consciousness gradually, "Please...don't."

* * *

When I opened my eyes, I was in an entirely different room. Sharp pains coursed through my entire body and I felt stiff until warm hands held mine.

I opened my eyes and met the eyes of the only man my heart beats for. He held my hand and kissed my knuckles. His enchanting greenish gold eyes held a sought of pain that I could not understand.

When I looked further across the room I saw the entire Davis' family around my bed weeping. I sat up abruptly with the help of Scott.

I looked back at him and it was then I saw the dried tears on his cheeks.

"What's.. what's happening?" I questioned as I looked from faces to faces for an answer. I did not quickly remember what happened hours ago.

"Annabel-" Nathan, the second son of Mr Davis, etched closer to my bed. It gave me an uneasy feeling, my heart began to beat rapidly.

"Can someone answer me?" my voice broke, "What is happening?!"

Still, everyone maintained silence. My gaze fell on Michelle's hands around my husband's arm. She pretended to be weeping, but I could see through her lies.

Michelle was betrothed to Scott before I met him. However, when we fell in love Scott chose to be with me.

"I'm so sorry, Annabel," Michelle said as she blew her nose into the tissue, "The doctors tried their best!"

What is she talking about? I looked around even more confused. However when I connected to the smirk on the corner of Mr Davis' lips every memory of hours ago rushed into my head.

Michelle had made me unconscious.. I'd woken up tied to a bed..I gasped suddenly as my hand went to my belly.

I held it while looking down, feeling for my eight months old baby but I felt...EMPTY.

"My child..my baby.." I began to wince as I held my belly tighter trying to feel a movement, hoping against hope that the memories were just all a dream.

"Annabel," Scott held my hand and I lifted my gaze to meet his tear filled eyes.

He said, "We lost her. We lost our child."

Annabel's POV

My belly churned and squeezed inside of me as I sucked in air, unable to believe what I just heard. All of this has to be some kind of dream, I need me to wake up.

Disconnecting the IV needle from my hand with so much force, sent blood rushing uncontrollably out of my hand.

"Annabel!" Scott was beside me in a jiffy but the pain was nothing compared to the one I felt in my heart.

I stepped out of bed.

"No.." I cried, "It can't be..no, we didn't lose her Scott! She was...she was right here," I held my belly while I sobbed, "She was okay..waiting to be born in a month's time."

Scott moved a step towards me, fearing that I might do something crazy.

"Annabel please..please calm down. We..we have to be strong. We have-"

I shook my head vehemently as my gaze fell on the surgical instruments I'd seen the night before. I pushed everything to the ground while screaming my lungs out.

"Noooooo!! My poor child!!! Oh God..please no!!" hot tears streamed down my cheeks, "It's not true!"

I grabbed Scott's collar, "Tell me this is a joke! Please tell me it's a joke!!"

"Annabel..listen to me-" Scott tried to calm me down including Nathan but at this point I had no idea where my strength came from.

I easily freed myself from their grip and grabbed Mr Davis' collar.

"What did you do to my baby?!" I screamed into his face. I could pass for an insane woman right now but I cared less.

"Answer me, you bastard!" I yelled while I tightened my grip on his collar, "Where is my child?!"

Before I could get an answer, a strong hand grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back. I looked up to see Scott, his calm face set in anger.

"Stop it, Annabel!" he shouted, his voice deep and angry, "I know you're in pains but you're not the only one! Are you forgetting that she is my child too?! Pull yourself together!"

I stepped up to him, tears still falling from my eyes, "Scott, please listen to me. There's something y'all don't know."

Nathan held my arms, "You need to rest Annabel, the doctor said-"

I pulled out of his hold, "Scott, your father and stepmother are responsible for our daughter's death!"

The sharp look in his eyes made me tremble. Scott had never looked at me with so much hatred and contempt. His glare held a warning about smothering his father's name.

"That's enough!" he raised his voice at me again, "We're going home and you will remain quiet as from now on, Annabel!"

"No! I need you to listen to me, Scott please!" I begged.

"No, you need to listen to yourself!" he retorted, "Can you hear your own words? You're blaming my father for the death of his grandchild? C'mon Annabel!"

"I know..I know it seems hard to believe but I promise you Scott. I wouldn't lie to you! What would I gain from this?!"

Vivian stepped forward, her exquisite yellow gown flowing behind her.

She said, "You have every reason to implicate my husband, Annabel. After all, he never liked you for his son. Michelle was and still is his choice for Scott."

"Don't you dare change the narrative!" I cried, "Scott chose me in the end, I hold no grudges against Mr Davis!"

"You're a daughter to me, Annabel." Mr Davis chirped in and I watched how manipulatively these people turned everything upside down, I cried even harder.

He continued, "It hurts that you would accuse me of something so vile. I would never kill an innocent human say less of my own grandchild, my flesh and blood!"

I shook my head, "You're such a great liar! You are deceiving both of your sons and-"

"Enough, Annabel!"

I turned back and found Scott glaring at me with so much anger in his eyes. Those alluring greenish gold eyes that used to fill my belly with butterflies now broke my heart. It broke me even more that while I was fighting for the death of our child, he is standing against me instead of with me.

"We will go home this instant!" he declared as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the hospital and into the car.

On the drive home, Scott apologized to his father, "I'm sorry for the words Annabel said to you earlier. She does not mean any of it. It's just that..this sad news is a shock to every one."

Mr Davis nodded and pretended to understand, "It's alright son. I'm glad that you know what is right and you're not led by your emotions. I'm sorry for our loss but with time, we'll get over it."

He turned to me at the backseat, "I'm sorry, Annabel." and then winked at me with a grin on the side of his lips.

My chest squeezed in pain. How would I get Scott to believe me that his father is not who he thinks he is? After a thirty minutes drive, we stopped at a stately mansion.

Mr Davis is the Governor of New York so you can imagine the life of luxury and affluence we lived in but I never cared over these things.

In fact all I wanted now is to crash into my mother's arms and weep. I rushed into the mansion and ran up to her room but she wasn't there. I checked mine as well but could not find her there.

Confusion and fear set in.

As I descended from the stairs I asked one of the maids, "Where is my mother?"

She merely gave a sad sigh and did not answer. The family walked in from the garage, all looking sullen and heartbroken.

Again, I could not help but notice Michelle around my husband. Why is she even here? Why is Scott even holding her?!

My mind instantly became a jungle of thoughts. For the first time since the event at the hospital, I suddenly realized that my mother never came to see me.

I stared at their faces, their silence hitting me sharper than any knife could. I began to tremble.

"Annabel," called Michelle, "You need to rest. You lost a lot of blood, you know."

I could feel the sarcastic texture of her tone and so I replied, "Don't you dare fuck with me, Mich."

Though annoyed, my voice came out as a weak, helpless cry for help. I just lost my unborn daughter, and I need my mother to prevent me from going crazy.

Nathan stepped forward to hold me but I had no idea why.

"She..she slumped yesterday, Annabel. She was rushed to the hospital but.. but it was too late."

"What?" I whispered and stepped back. Everything began to whiz around me as Nathan's words replayed constantly in my ears.

I collapsed.

Annabel's POV

I woke up the next day feeling weak and drained. I had lost a lot of blood when I pulled the IV needle and the pain in my heart was too much for me to bear. I still can't believe that I'd lost both my mother and my child.

Even though she is not my biological mother, Mrs King took me into her home and raised me with the love and care that a mother would give her child. I owe her my life. I owe her everything and that's why it hurts even more.

"You're awake," Scott said as he lowered himself and came in for a kiss but I looked away.

He straightened up and said, "Do you feel okay? Do you want me to call the doctor?"

I looked at him with tears shimmering in my eyes, "Why won't you believe me? Have I ever lied to you, Scott?"

"Annabel please!" he moved away from me, "It's already hard for me to cope with the death of our child. Stop making this more difficult. Dad has nothing to do with all this. Why are accusing him?"

I stood up from the bed and even though my legs wobbled, I didn't mind. With my mother and daughter gone, Scott is the only person I have left. I have to make him understand!

"Few months ago I overheard your dad discussing with Michelle's father about getting rid of an associate," I explained, "I was caught eavesdropping and your father threatened me not to say a word about it."

"I'd told you about it, Scott but you did not believe me. Mr Davis found out that I'd told you and he planned on getting back at me! He took our child and my mother! I swear, Scott please believe me!"

I watched him run his hands through his jet black hair, his muscles flexed as he paced around the room.

"You know what I think?" he said to me, "I think you're stressed out and you're losing your mind from the loss of our daughter. You need to rest for some months. What do you say to a vacation? Just us."

But I shook my head, tears running down my cheeks. I just lost my mom and child, why would I go on a vacation?

"You're being ridiculous, Scott! I am not losing my mind, I know what I'm saying, Scott what do I do to make you believe me?!"

He grabbed my arm, "Nothing, Annabel! Nothing! Because my father and stepmother are not murderers! How could you expect me to believe your illogical tale?!"

I bit my lips, "How did you think we lost our little girl?"

He stared at me, "Michelle took you to the hospital. She said you rolled down the stairs. Thank goodness she was here, I don't know what would have happened if I lost you too."

I cried even harder. "Scott." I whispered.

"That's not true. They lied to you. I did not fall off the stairs. Mich made me unconscious and then I woke up tied to the hospital's bed with Mr Davis and-"

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him, cutting me off and planting his lips softly on mine.

"Scott," I mumbled in between the kiss, obviously not in the mood however he did not stop. He deepened the kiss even harder and ended up biting my lower lip, causing me to taste blood.

In the blink of an eye, he had peeled off my cloth and laid me gently on the bed. I watched him undress as his olive eyes locked on mine.

Scott's handsomeness has never ceased to amaze me. I became lost in his touch once more and returned the passion with which he'd kissed me with earlier.

I felt the anger in me slowly replaced with need for love and pleasure and Scott did not fail to give them to me.

He whispered into my ear while his finger deepened inside of me and I moaned loudly, "Would you like me to use my tongue, baby?"

"Y-yes-I...I just want you inside of me, Scott."

"Not yet," he whispered as he breathed heavily, "I have to punish you for being naughty this week."

"Please do.."

....

The next day, I woke up to an empty bed. I felt a bit sore from too much pleasure and it took me a few moment to drag my tired limb to the bath.

I was out in an hour, dressed and relieved since the mysterious death of my mother and child when suddenly my phone began to ring.

After much discussion, I said, "I want an autopsy done on my mother. I don't believe what I'm hearing."

The report came out in a month's time. During this time, Scott discovered that I was still persistent on the issue. The public and media did not help the situation either.

"You shouldn't have done this, Annabel." he said with a distant look in his eyes. From then onwards, Scott changed drastically. I had no idea who my husband is anymore. He treated me like dirt and even stopped sleeping in the room we shared.

He spent most of his times with Michelle whom he called his friend. He told me not to act jealous and that there was nothing between them. Each passing day, I prayed that the autopsy will reveal Mr Davis' true colors so that I can get my husband back.

I missed him a lot and wish things didn't go the way it did. I wish I didn't not eavesdrop that day, perhaps I'll still have my child, my mother and my husband.

Today, the whole family were seated in the large parlor upon my request. The autopsy report arrived and I wanted everyone to know that I'd been speaking the truth all along!

I tore the envelope open and spread out the report. My eyes widened in disbelief. This can't be true..

"What does it say, Annabel?" Nathan asked me. As for Scott, he was less concerned. It felt like he'd zeroed his mind on me completely. I could never make him think of his father as a murderer.

Words failed me. I could not say anything. Nathan took the report from me.

"It's exactly what the doctor said," he announced, "She had a heart attack!"

Vivian looked like she was forcing her laughter in. Just a while ago, I felt confident now..I just prayed for the ground to open up and swallow.

Scott's glare killed me completely. It seemed that he has grown to hate me so much.

Nathan held my shoulders, leading me to my room while saying, "You just need to rest Annabel, you have done enough."

"No!" Scott stopped us. He rose on his feet, walked towards us and grabbed my arm. He threw me against his father's feet.

"She will plead and apologize to Dad! She has soiled his name over the past month!"

I couldn't believe my ears. I helped myself up on the ground and stared at the man I love, my husband, my everything.

All I could see in his eyes was rage. Where is all the love? Didn't he...didn't he make love to me a month ago?

Nathan held him back, "That's enough, Scott. Don't hurt her."

"Get her out my sight!" Scott shouted, "She makes me sick to my stomach!"

Hot tears rolled down my eyes as Nathan helped me up however Scott was not done. He took the report from Nathan's hands.

"You so badly wanted an autopsy! Now look! Here you go!" he groaned while slapping the paper on my face.