I Can Be Your Nightmare

Wilona Lea Kendrick stepped out of her sleek, high-rise office with a radiant smile. The weight of years of dedication had finally paid off. She was now a regional manager.

Her general manager, Mr. Aaron Jerome, had personally congratulated her, his words ringing in her ears:

"Wilona, you are an asset to this company. Your leadership and vision will take us to new heights."

Pride swelled in her chest as she imagined the look of Sonny Kendrick's face, her husband for five years, when she told him about her promotion.

He would be proud and they could celebrate tonight. Dinner and she will open a bottle of the finest wine.

They hadn't had a romantic dinner in a long time and maybe it would lead to something more erotic.

Their daughter, Maya, usually went to bed early and there was no harm in expecting something tonight.

She and Sonny had both been busy lately and it felt like it had been a long time since they had touched each other intimately.

Usually they would just say goodnight with half-closed eyes, because they were too tired and sleepy. Even then it was rare for them to go to bed together.

Sonny is a brilliant engineer who runs a very successful and well-known engineering firm. He has just opened a new branch of his company in several areas and is keeping himself very busy.

With excitement thrumming through her veins, she decided to head home early, her mind filled with thoughts of the special dinner she would prepare.

She had barely stepped inside their modern minimalist house when something felt off.

The living room was unusually quiet. The television was off, and there was no sign of Elsa Lamar, Maya's nanny.

Wilona placed her bag on the entryway table and made her way upstairs. The master bedroom door was slightly ajar, a faint rustling noise coming from within. Wilona frowning. What's that noise?

She took a cautious step forward, her heartbeat quickening. Then she heard it. A breathy moan, a familiar voice gasping in pleasure.

"Oh my God, Elsa, you're so good," Sonny groaned as he gripped Elsa's breasts. "This is amazing, honey, your grip makes me almost unable to hold on any longer!"

"Aahhnnn... Babe, oohh... Harder, aahhh... Go deeper...."

Wilona's fingers curled into tight fists as she pushed the door open.

There, tangled in the crisp white sheets of their marital bed, was Sonny, the man she had loved and trusted for years and beneath him, arching in pleasure, was Elsa, her daughter's nanny.

Wilona's stomach lurched, and bile rose in her throat. The sight was so surreal that her brain refused to process it.

What were they doing? Shouldn't Sonny still be in his office and Elsa be picking up Maya from school. Why were they now on top of each other on her bed?

Elsa writhed wildly as Sonny moved in and out of her body quickly. Both of their breaths were racing and vulgar sentences were whispered to each other under heavy breaths.

A sharp gasp tore from Wilona's lips, startling the two lovers. Sonny turned, his face draining of color as he scrambled to grab the sheets,

while Elsa quickly got down to the floor while pulling the blanket.

The faces of the two lovers were pale.

"Wilona--" Sonny began, his voice hoarse. "Wh-why did you g-go home?"

Wilona should still be at the office. Usually she went home after six in the evening and the journey from her office to her house could take an hour. This was still far from her home time.

"Why did I go home?" Wilona said in a low, dangerous tone. "And why can't I go to my house?"

Sonny swallowed, while Elsa slowly inched behind him while dragging the blanket that covered her nakedness.

"I thought you were busy," Wilona hissed with a cynical smile on her lips. "Saving sick and injured people? Like your oath as a doctor? Instead of being busy venting your wild desires on a nanny, whom I pay to take care of and--"

Before she could unleash the full extent of her fury, something even more horrifying struck her.

"Where's Maya?" Her voice was sharp, frantic now. "Where is my daughter?"

Behind Sonny, Elsa lowered her head, her lips trembling. Sonny ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily. He forgot about his daughter.

"She's still at school," he admitted.

Wilona's breath hitched. It was already past four in the evening. Maya's school let out at three.

"You!" Wilona's voice cracked. "You were too busy screwing the nanny, and make her forgot to pick up OUR DAUGHTER?"

Guilt flickered across Sonny's face, but Wilona had no time for his excuses. Her fury was quickly overshadowed by panic. Maya was waiting in her school.

She checked her phone, which turned out to be dead because the battery ran out. Maya's school had probably contacted her many times, but her phone was inactive.

"If anything happens to Maya, I will kill you both with my own hands!" Wilona threatened she turned on her heel and bolted downstairs.

"Wilona, wait--" Sonny's voice followed her, but she ignored him.

She grabbed her car keys with trembling hands and rushed outside, her pulse roaring in her ears. She had to get to Maya.

She drove her car through the afternoon traffic. The clouds that hung in the sky seemed to represent her confused feelings.

Sonny had destroyed everything. Who knows since when he and Elsa betrayed her and did that obscene act in their house, in their bedroom. Disgusting.

Wilona's hair stood on end.

The man she had trusted with her heart had betrayed her in the worst possible way. And her little girl had been neglected because of his infidelity. Who knows how many times Elsa was late picking her up because she was too busy satisfying Sonny.

Tears blurred her vision. The sharp sting of heartbreak clouded her mind.

Then, in a single moment of distraction, it happened.

The blaring of a horn. The screech of tires. A flash of headlights.

The world spun. Metal crunched. Pain exploded through her body.

And then, the darkness embraced Wilona's blood-covered body.

The steady beep of the heart monitor echoed in the quiet hospital room. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with the faintest trace of flowers someone had left on the bedside table.

Wilona's fingers twitched as her consciousness stirred, and with a sudden gasp, her eyes fluttered open.

She stared at the ceiling above her with blurry eyes, thinking about what had happened to her that she was lying on the cold bed below her. Then, she felt a movement beside her. Wilona turned her head.

Sonny was there, sitting on the chair, beside her bed, his hands trembling as he reached out.

Sonny's eyes were swollen, red-rimmed from endless hours of crying. Relief and sorrow clashed in his expression as he whispered, "Wilona..."

Before he could say another word, Wilona got up from her lying position. She stared at Sonny with a sharp gaze.

If Wilona's eyes contained lasers, Sonny would have been lying on the floor many times in a charred state.

Then, Wilona's hand swung through the air, landing sharply against Sonny's cheek.

The sound echoed through the sterile room, but she wasn't done. With rage burning in her veins, she gathered the saliva in her mouth and spat at him, her body shaking with fury.

"You disgust me," she seethed, her voice hoarse and filled with venom. "Honorable Engineer Sonny Kendrick, having sex with his daughter's nanny when he should be on the job saving someone sick, in the bed he shares with his wife at night. You are a despicable man! Disgusting!"

Sonny didn't move. He simply let the sting of her actions settle into his skin, bowing his head as if he accepted it. He knows, he deserved it.

Wilona is always kind, loving, and loyal to him. She is also a proud wife, with her brilliant career and perfect behavior, a pleasant wife and a gentle and loving mother.

They have been married for five years and everyone always praises them as a harmonious and well-matched couple.

"I--" he choked out, struggling to find the right words. "Elsa... S-she teased me first. I c-ca--"

Wilona's eyes burned with fury. " Enough! I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses! Whatever you say now, it's just cheap talk that you don't deserve to say to me! Your actions have already represented your moral depravity!"

Wilona screamed, gripping the thin hospital blanket. "Where is my daughter? What did you do to her?"

Silence fell over the room, thick and suffocating. Sonny's lips parted, but the words failed him. Then, his body trembled, and he let out a choked sob.

"She's... Maya was gone," he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. "Our daughter is dead, Wilona."

Wilona's breath caught in her throat. Her vision blurred. Had she lost her ability to hear properly? Could it be that the accident that had happened to her had made her ears break?

"No! No, that's not true," she shook her head violently. "She was fine this morning. I was going to pick her up. She--"

"She left the school on her own," Sonny interrupted, his voice broken. "She was anxious because... Ugh... E-Elsa were late. She ran out from school and... She got lost."

Wilona's nails dug into her palms. The image of her little girl walking alone on the street and scared because of the unfamiliar situation for her, made Wilona feel her chest hot.

"The school janitor found her," Sonny continued. His voice cracked, and he let out a sob. "She fell into the lake behind the school."

Sonny's face twisted with pain. "She... Drowned, Wilona. And because of her asthma..."

A strangled sound escaped Wilona's lips. Her world spun, her chest tightened, and before she could take another breath, darkness consumed her once more.

When Wilona awoke again, the sky outside her hospital window was a deep gray, mirroring the emptiness inside her. A nurse was standing by her bedside, adjusting her IV drip.

"You fainted," the nurse said gently, eyes filled with pity. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Wilona."

"What time is it?" Wilona asked in a hoarse voice.

"Eleven o'clock," the nurse replied. "You've been unconscious since last night and the doctor had to check you many times, making sure you were stable."

Wilona stared at the ceiling, unmoving. The grief clawed at her, wrapping around her lungs, making it impossible to breathe. Then, as if realizing something, she turned her head toward the nurse.

"My daughter...," her voice was barely audible. "Her funeral... I have to be there."

The nurse hesitated, glancing at the clipboard in her hands. "Your condition is still unstable. You shouldn't--"

"I don't care!" Wilona screamed, trying to sit up. Pain shot through her body, but she ignored it. "Help me. Please. Let me come to my daughter's funeral. I haven't said goodbye to her, please...."

The nurse bit her lip before finally nodding. "Alright. But you'll need support. I will come with you."

With the help of two nurses, Wilona was dressed in a hospital gown and draped in a coat to shield her from the cold. Her legs felt weak, but sheer determination kept her standing as they led her to the car that would take her to the cemetery.

The funeral was already underway when they arrived. The priest stood solemnly at the front, speaking words that Wilona couldn't comprehend. People were gathered in black, their faces full of sorrow.

Sonny stood beside the small white casket, his hands trembling as he wiped his tears.

"And now," the priest said, turning to him, "As her father, Dr. Sonny Kendrick, would like to say a few words to send your little girl to her final rest."

Sonny stepped forward, his lips parting as he prepared to speak.

But, a loud voice cut through the air.

"STOP!"

All heads turned. All the people were stunned.

Still dressed in her hospital gown, Wilona stood there, supported by the nurses, her eyes burning with grief and rage.

Sonny's hands clenched into fists. He could feel the danger and potential chaos that was about to happen. "Wilona..."

But Wilona wasn't looking at him anymore. She only had eyes for the small coffin before her.

Her little daughter, Maya Rae Kendrick, four years old, beautiful, intelligent, and cute, lay in the sturdy coffin. Alone. Cold. Lonely.

Maya's cheerful smile and chatter, her friendly and crisp laugh, and the warmth of her body that smelled of baby powder, Wilona would never again enjoy. She lost her little angel.

Tears streamed down her face as she sharply whispered, "You have no right to speak."

Wilona's legs trembled, but she refused to let weakness consume her. With all the strength left in her frail body, she shoved Sonny aside and seized the microphone from his grasp.

Her breathing was ragged, her hospital gown loose around her frail frame, but her voice was sharp and unyielding as it echoed through the cemetery.

"All of you!" she shouted, her grief raw and unfiltered. "You deserve to know the truth!"

Sonny tried to take the microphone from Wilona's hand, but with her weak hands, Wilona slapped his hand away hard.

"Honey, what are you doing here," Sonny whispered through gritted teeth. "You should be resting in the hospital. No--"

Wilona chuckled at Sonny and deliberately brought her mouth close to the microphone so that all the guests could hear her words.

"Why can't I be at my own daughter's funeral? You didn't even bother to tell me. Why, Sonny? So that all your mistakes can be quickly buried together with Maya?" said Wilona in a sharp tone that cut the ears and the heart.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd, the air thick with tension. Wilona took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto the small white casket resting beneath the overcast sky.

"My daughter is dead," she said, her voice breaking. "And the reason she's no longer with us is because of her own father! Engineer Sonny Kendrick, a father who seems perfect and great, but in reality is just a negligent father who prioritizes his animal lust over his daughter."

Gasps filled the air, a few voices whispering in disbelief.

"What does that mean?"

"Is Mrs. Kendrick sick and depressed? It's so sad to see her like that."

"What caused little Maya to die? Wasn't it an accident at the lake?"

Sonny's face twisted with panic and humiliation. "Wilona, stop this nonsense!" he barked.

But Wilona didn't stop. She refused to. Her voice was very sharp and loud, and her eyes were fixed on Sonny who looked restless.

"My daughter died because of the depraved behavior of her father, Engineer Sonny, whom you know as a great and honorable person," said Wilona while pointing at Sonny.

"Wilona, why are you saying bad things about your husband on a sad day like this," said Ariel Kendrick, Wilona's mother-in-law who had been confused since earlier.

"You should also know the animal behavior of your child, mother-in-law," said Wilona sharply. She turned back to Sonny, but her words were directed at the people around her.

"On the day Maya died, I had an accident because I was in a hurry to pick up Maya. The cause of the accident was him!" said Wilona hatefully pointing at Sonny.

"He and our daughter's nanny were making love like a pair of wild dogs, in my room, on my bed, when I came home from the office. That damn nanny even forgot to pick up my daughter from school because she was too busy serving my husband's animal lust!"

A wave of shocked murmurs swept through the guests. Some shook their heads in disbelief, others exchanged knowing glances. Sonny's infidelity was not new gossip, but no one had expected it to end in such tragedy.

Sonny's face darkened with rage. "Enough!" he roared, stepping forward. "You're delirious! Stop spreading lies!"

"Lies?" Wilona let out a bitter laugh. "Tell them, then! Tell them how our daughter was left waiting, alone, because you were too busy entertaining your mistress!"

Sonny's hands curled into fists. His pride, his carefully built image, was crumbling before everyone's eyes. "You crazy woman!"

In a fit of rage, he lunged toward her and shoved her. Wilona, weakened from both grief and her injuries, staggered backward. A collective gasp echoed through the crowd as she nearly collapsed to the ground, until a firm hand caught her.

It was the priest. His gentle yet strong grip steadied her, his eyes filled with disappointment as he turned to Sonny. "This is neither the time nor the place for violence, Mr. Kendrick."

Before Sonny could react, a sudden commotion erupted from the guests. His mother, pale and clutching her chest, swayed on her feet before crumbling to the ground.

"Mom!" Sonny rushed to her side, panic flashing in his eyes.

"She's having a heart attack!" someone shouted.

Chaos followed as paramedics were called, and Sonny, now frantic, carried his mother into his car. Before leaving, he shot Wilona a murderous glare.

"You and I," he seethed, his voice low and dangerous, "are going to have a long talk about this."

And with that, he sped away, leaving Wilona standing amidst the murmuring crowd.

Wilona remained at the cemetery, watching as her daughter's small coffin was lowered into the ground. She didn't shed a tea. She had already cried all she could. But the pain in her chest was unbearable, a suffocating weight that no words could ease.

As the final prayers were said and the guests began to leave, Wilona turned to one of the nurses who had accompanied her from the hospital.

"Take me back," she said firmly. "But stop by my lawyer's office first."

By the time Wilona returned to the hospital, Sonny was already there, pacing outside the ICU. His mother's condition was critical, and his nerves were on edge.

The moment he saw Wilona, his fury reignited.

"You just couldn't shut your mouth, could you?" he hissed, storming toward her. "You humiliated me in front of everyone! You made my mother collapse!"

Wilona stood her ground, her expression cold. "Your mother collapsed because she finally realized what kind of man her son is."

Sonny's hands clenched at his sides, his rage barely contained. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Yes," Wilona said calmly. Then, she turned to the man standing beside her. His name is Benjamin Russo and he has been Wilona' s lawyer for seven years.

Sonny's eyes flickered with confusion before widening in shock as the lawyer pulled out a neatly prepared set of documents.

"These are your divorce papers," Wilona said, handing them to him. Her voice was steady and firm. "I no longer wish to live as husband and wife with a man who cheats and lies. A man whose selfishness led to our daughter's death."

Sonny's face contorted with disbelief. "You're divorcing me?" He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "You think you can just walk away after ruining my life?"

Wilona took a step closer, her eyes locking onto his. "No, Sonny. You, who ruined my life. You took my daughter's life along with it."

Sonny's breathing was heavy, his hands trembling. He wanted to argue, to fight, to throw blame, but he could see it in her eyes. Wilona was done.

Wilona's eyes showed hatred and revenge. She was no longer the gentle and loving Wilona. Her eyes were dead and Sonny realized that he had actually killed two people at once.

Wilona turned to her lawyer. "File them immediately."

And with that, she walked away, leaving Sonny standing there, alone, defeated.