OV - The

t beeping noise pierced the quiet. I blinked, taste to piece unitedly how I had stopped in this unfamiliar plaza. My consistency ached, and a

d enjoined, figuring the way with a gentle smile. Her presence was

My vocalizations tremble as I t

er eyes tender and reassuring. " Your sis

me. What had she fare? Why had I fainted? My mind pelt along,

my shape? " I ask

se looked nonplussed.

my breathing spell hit

ed. " Yes, you are. Congratula

I had dreamed of this for so long, of getting down a family with Alfred. But the

her? " I push, des

e when you swoon, " the nurse exclaime

had trusted her, trust in her, and yet, I coul

my voice firm. " I ne

I ca n't discharge you until the Doctor of

. " I do n't have time to rest ; I

the room, clipboard in hand. " Mrs. Billie Jean King,

ty to a greater extent impatient

our urgency, but we need to monitor you for a little long. You faint for an

" I need to see my husband. You do n't symp

nts for you to go out, but you must promise to remain

I allege, ease

me into a wheelchair, and I felt a billow of turmoil as we cast throug

k illuminating with joyousness when I shared the word of our twin. It would be a moment of double

streets of New York City, I feel a premix of emotion purl inside me. I was emotional, aflutt

d served me out of the car, and I took a rich breather

e. The house is eerily quiet, besides quiet. " Alfred?

aring my news show battling with a nagging feeling that something was faulty. As I went about our

h. What was happening? I pushed the room access u

other woman on our layer. A primeval scream claws its way up my throat, bu

spered, barely a

looked up, panic etched across her facial expression. I tr

racing, my heart shattering. I felt as if I were overwhelme

eff I need to lam. The Nox tune was nerveless against my pelt

. I peek rearwards, and my gist dropped as the headlight took ove

was too late. The car plowed

ad. Would I ever face Alfred again? Would I meet my children again? Aversion and despai

could feel a spark of willpower within me. This shall not be th

e them suffer f

OV - The

t beeping noise pierced the quiet. I blinked, taste to piece unitedly how I had stopped in this unfamiliar plaza. My consistency ached, and a

d enjoined, figuring the way with a gentle smile. Her presence was

My vocalizations tremble as I t

er eyes tender and reassuring. " Your sis

me. What had she fare? Why had I fainted? My mind pelt along,

my shape? " I ask

se looked nonplussed.

my breathing spell hit

ed. " Yes, you are. Congratula

I had dreamed of this for so long, of getting down a family with Alfred. But the

her? " I push, des

e when you swoon, " the nurse exclaime

had trusted her, trust in her, and yet, I coul

my voice firm. " I ne

I ca n't discharge you until the Doctor of

. " I do n't have time to rest ; I

the room, clipboard in hand. " Mrs. Billie Jean King,

ty to a greater extent impatient

our urgency, but we need to monitor you for a little long. You faint for an

" I need to see my husband. You do n't symp

nts for you to go out, but you must promise to remain

I allege, ease

me into a wheelchair, and I felt a billow of turmoil as we cast throug

k illuminating with joyousness when I shared the word of our twin. It would be a moment of double

streets of New York City, I feel a premix of emotion purl inside me. I was emotional, aflutt

d served me out of the car, and I took a rich breather

e. The house is eerily quiet, besides quiet. " Alfred?

aring my news show battling with a nagging feeling that something was faulty. As I went about our

h. What was happening? I pushed the room access u

other woman on our layer. A primeval scream claws its way up my throat, bu

spered, barely a

looked up, panic etched across her facial expression. I tr

racing, my heart shattering. I felt as if I were overwhelme

eff I need to lam. The Nox tune was nerveless against my pelt

. I peek rearwards, and my gist dropped as the headlight took ove

was too late. The car plowed

ad. Would I ever face Alfred again? Would I meet my children again? Aversion and despai

could feel a spark of willpower within me. This shall not be th

e them suffer f

e's POV - The V

and as my head let out through the water, the cold jar transmitted a shake racing down my sticker. I coughed violent

the sheer power of survival impelled me frontward. I crawled onto the bank, pant for breath, my heart pelt along with a mixture

rday 's trash by the two people I entrusted most. Alfred, my husband, had given in to temptation, and Cassy, my ba

cold and the trauma. I want to get back to New York City, to face them both and reclaim what wa

thout doubt. Her warm eyes and aristocratic nature provided the comfort I desperately needed. I trust in h

kitchen table, the bleak light source casting an affectionate glow around us. " You s

o rein in that posture. " I 'm going back to New York, " I dec

re you sure? It could be dangerous. Yo

I wo n't countenance them getting away with

use. Each statute mile I traveled felt like a step close to rectifying my sprightliness. The memories of Alfred 's smi

What would I notice when I stepped through those doors? Would Alfred be wait

vacillated above the doorknob. This was it. There would be no turning back directly. I

in the aviation, thick with stress. I i'll-use within, my nitty-gritty beat as

ed different - empty, recede. My warmness ached at the raft of him, but I apace pushed those

d, disbelief engraved

get the well of me. " I 'm backwards, Alfred, " I

ing in his eye. " What do you sign

allow up me and move on with my baby? You stim

could utter a word, the unmistakable speech sound of heels clicking on the hardwood base interrupted

innocence. " I congratulat

center narrowing at her. " I

ness. " You reckon you can just waltz back in and reclaim ev

is regard darting between us. "

ng. " You do n't have to make excuses. You

't have to lie, Lexie. You were out of the picture. Alfred as

my demise! You have got me hit by a c

re. " You 're delusional. No one would think you. You 're exactly a specter

tension in the room escalatin

g me. "Alfred, please! You have to look at her for who she re

hat was worse. Cassy had blinded him with he

ed. "I am the one who loves you and would do anything for

the spotlight, looking deadly. "You don't have a s

ab a vase which was quite close to her body. "I w

cing himself in between the tw

hat preventing what was going to happen was not the answer. I breached the

rying to smash the vase over my he

s the cracking of the glass and then complete