Chapter Ninety nine

Damien's POV;

I saw the news and the next thing that crossed my mind was to go straight to San Diego but I was so tied down with work and I couldn't make the trip. A week had gone by so fast and I still hadn't gotten any free time.

I had confronted Brianna and even begged her to let me know where Ariana had gone to and she refused to divulge such information claiming she could not betray Ariana's trust as a friend and it was so frustrating that no matter what I offered her, she would not budge.

Well now, I didn't need her help anymore. As long as I knew she was in San Diego and she didn't move from there, it was going to be an easy ride from here onwards. I was stuck in my study worrying about what my next move would be when I heard a shrill scream.

"Damien!" That was Aleena. I ignored it. I did not have the energy for her attention seeking drama.

After a while, I heard my name again.

"Damien!" That was my mom. I sat up.

"Damien!" That was Amy. I stood up from my seat and briskly walked over to the door.

"What's going on?" I questioned wondering why they were disturbing my peace so late into the night after a tiring day at work.

Amy's worried gaze met my questioning ones.

"Come see this. Hurry." She half walked, half ran into my bedroom and I rushed after her.

There, I saw a bottle of vodka emptied out, laying on the floor. Then I saw Aleena on the floor holding on to her belly, writhing and wincing in pain and what's worse? She was bleeding profusely. That sent alarm bells ringing.

I rushed to her side and squatted next to her.

"What happened here?"

"She's been drinking and now look what's happened." Mom pointed out looking really concerned.

"In your condition? What the hell is wrong with you?!" I growled, angry at how this woman kept complicating things for me.

"Damien now's not the time, we need to get her to the hospital." Amy counselled.

I placed my hands under Aleena's knees and carried her up. She was losing so much blood and slowly losing consciousness.

"Amy go get one of the drivers to get a car ready!" I yelled and she rushed out to the the needful.

"Aleena stay awake, okay?" I said and and she weakly nodded, looking so pale because of how much blood she was losing. It scared me.

I quickly but carefully carried her down the flight of stairs and put her in the vehicle.

"Step on it!" I ordered the driver as I placed her head on my laps. Amy was seated in front next to him and kept turning back to us.

Her worried eyes continuously met mine as I tried to keep Aleena awake. She couldn't die on me. God forbid that happens!

"Aleena, stay awake." I tapped on her face lightly and then I heard her cry softly.

"Damien, I'm sorry." She said barely above a whisper, I strained my ears to hear her.

"I don't want to die. Just help me survive this and I'll tell him the truth." She winced as tears soiled her face.

Was she praying or something? What truth was she talking about? Why was she apologizing? I asked myself all these questions looking thoroughly puzzled. Amy seemed to be in the same fix as me as we talked with our eyes.

Luckily, we reached the hospital in no time because thankfully, there was no traffic.

We rushed Aleena in and she was immediately tended to by the medical personnel.

Amy and I sat in the VIP waiting room, awaiting the doctor's response.

"What if she loses the baby? How would you feel about it?" Amy asked me out of the blue.

I turned to her and kept mute for a few seconds.

"I don't know how to answer that." I managed to answer calmly at first.

"I mean, I only just found out about the child about a month ago and I certainly do not feel any emotional attachment to it nor the mother. For God's sake I do not even remember how that child was conceived, so, Amy, I don't know!" I said with my voice going up a few notches the more I spoke. Can

What could have been a straight forward answer turned into a rambling session. Her question threw me off guard and I did not know how to answer to it.

How was I supposed to feel? I didn't want kids and I didn't want the mother either but if things decide to go sideways, I would have to take responsibility for both of them. I was stuck in a maze of confusion and frustration all at once. What did I do to deserve this?

I felt a tap of my shoulder.

"Breathe bro, just breathe." I felt her rub my back with her slender palm.

I exhaled and leaned my head on the wall with my eyes tightly shut. I was stressed out beyond what anyone could understand. Being me was difficult and I needed a break. I needed my wife. Just looking at her would take all my stress away.

The doctor came to us after a long wait. I stood up and shook hands with him.

"Mr Kingston, unfortunately I have some bad news." He said, darting his eyes between Amy and I then back to Amy again.

"Hello miss." He said with a lopsided smile.

"Hi." She said meekly, looking up at him as he took her hand for a handshake.

"Er erm." I cleared my throat to bring the both of them back to reality.

"Yes, sorry sir." The doctor abruptly turned to me.

"Unfortunately your wife," he was saying but I cut him short.

"She's not my wife." I correctly quickly.

"Are you his wife?" He turned to Amy with wide eyes.

"What? No!" She exclaimed quickly.

"He's my twin brother." She clarified and he smiled.

"What sort of unprofessionalism is this?!"

I was growing more annoyed by the second.

"Do you want your license taken away from you?" I growled.

"No sir." He replied seemingly shaken by outburst.

"Then, do your job right! You can ask for her number later. Tell me what the heck is going on with the woman I brought in here!"

"She had a lot of alcohol in her system that unfortunately affected the fetus. The fetus is no longer breathing and we've successfully evacuated it. I'm sorry for your loss." He said with an apologetic smile.

"Oh my goodness." Amy clasped her hands over her mouth and looked up at me. I swallowed. Now, this was news I did not know how to react to.

"Can we go in and see her?" I asked solemnly.

"She's currently unconscious and it's too late for such. We'll see to it that she's given the best care and she'll be better by the time you arrive tomorrow."

"Alright then. Thank you Doc." I shook his hand and walked away from the both of them.

I was sure they had exchanged numbers and I gave Amy a knowing smile as we walked out into the parking lot.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" She questioned feigning obliviousness.

"I guess you coming with me to the hospital was a blessing in disguise."

She blinked rapidly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She denied.

"Love at first sight." I teased in a singsong manner.

"Don't be ridiculous, Damien." She scoffed fighting the dreamy smile that was making its way up her face.

"Denial is the first stage." I cheekily said.

"Says the person who's failing to admit that he's in love with his wife." She retorted.

My feet came to an abrupt stop.

"I'm not in love with Ariana. I just like her a lot." I denied and continued moving.

"But yet your heart races when you think of her. And you see her more than just a sexy woman you want in your bed. You crave her warmth and want her to be next to you every minute, every day. Am I right?" She said with a cheeky grin.

I stared at Amy's face unable to speak. Amy knew about all the circumstances surrounding Ariana's marriage because in one of my drunken stupors ever since she left, I had opened up to the number one confidante I had known from birth, my sister.

She was right. Now, that she was pointing all those things out, I realized my feelings for Ariana had truly changed. It wasn't sexual like it was initially. It was way deeper than that.

Ariana made me do things I never thought I would ever bring myself to do. She made me see women as more than toys. She clouded my mind more than any woman had ever done and trust me, I had seen many.

I had just received an epiphany and it made my heart pound heavily against my chest. I held on to her shoulders and said;

"Amy, I've fallen in love with my wife."