The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Chapter 92

Anna's POV

Feeling guilty is an understatement of what I feel right now. I begin to weep again when I stare at

Aidan's lifeless body on the hospital bed with oxygen and different kinds of tubes attached to his face

and body.

I have been crying and praying for him to wake up so I can tell him I am sorry and he is forgiven. I want

him to look at me again.

I want him to beg me to listen to him again. I wish I could go back in time to the day he was hit by an

unknown car, I would have acted differently. I wouldn't have been so stubborn to listen to him if I had

known this would happen.

I wish I had listened to him and swallowed my pride by entering his car so he could drive us home. I

should have been patient enough for us to be home before speaking back at him and acting childish by

racing on the street.

Why didn't the car hit me instead? Why does it have to be Aidan who has gone through so much pain

already?

I thought I had Aidan figured out, I thought I knew him already but I realized ever since he has been

laying on this bed without moving a limb that I know nothing of the man I call husband, of the man I

have been married to for a year and a man I have a child for.

Until his mother arrived with his father, she wouldn't stop crying and begging God to bring him back to

life. I cried bitterly, feeling responsible for what happened.

When she began to tell me all about Aidan's rough childhood, I knew all he needs and wants is

someone who understands his silence, someone who can break through the worlds around him and

bring him out of his shell, but I don't know if I am enough for him or if I can be that person.

Even when Tristan told me the accident was planned, I still blamed it on my childish behavior. I couldn't

tell anyone what happened and how it happened, but Tristan saw it all. It was with his help that Aidan

was brought in here four days ago.

He has been unconscious since then. I have been by his bedside, without taking a bath and no food in

me.

Right now, I feel like a ghost, I can barely turn my head to look at anyone that comes into the room. I

am purposely suffering myself, I believe this is what I have to do to make Aidan come back to life, to

make him hear my pleas and show me mercy by giving us another chance.

I haven't set my eyes on Lily for four days and I am less bothered. I won't be able to face my child in

the future when she ask of her father and I tell her he is dead because of me.

I can't leave Aidan's bedside because I am afraid he is going to slip away before I am back. He will slip

away into oblivion the moment I let go of his hand which is a reminder of my presence. He will slip

away and go into extinction without looking back to think of what Lily and I will go through if he dies.

Today is the fourth day and I am laying right beside him on the bed, watching his face, wondering

where he is and what pain he is going through, and wishing I can share in the pain.

I feel like telling him about my feelings and how hard I had tried to shut them out when I realized I like

him as a man and not as my baby father. I want to see the look on his face when I confess to him that I

fell in love with him, the night he came over to our shabby home to ask me to marry him, but I refused

to admit the truth to myself until now.

I have many wishes right now but one was essential, the wish to see him back to life.

"Anna?" I hear someone call my name. I turn to see Tristan.

I stand up weakly from the bed, making an effort not to inflict any pain on Aidan, even though I don't

know if he feels anything. I sit on the chair beside the bed, with my hand still holding Aidan's.

Tristan smiles but I can't return the smile. I am too weak to do that. But I am also curious to know what

he was doing in that area that night.

When the accident happened, he was trying to provide me with some information but I was less

interested, I was more worried about Aidan's survival. Now I want to know. He said he is Aidan's friend

but I have never seen him.

"How are you?" He asks and sits beside me.

I shrug. We sit in silence before I decide to ask him. "What were you doing there that night?"

He flashes me another smile and I wonder if he is always smiling. "I was there to guard you all but I

failed. I failed Aidan. I was trying so hard to do my job well so he wouldn't scold me but now I wish he

can scold me."

His face hold emotions I can't place.

"Are you a bodyguard?" I demand.

"Something like that", he utters, staring at Aidan on the bed.

"He hired you to guard me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"He was scared Damien would hurt you and the baby. Damien threatened him last week and he asked

me not to guard him anymore but you." He explains.

Aidan is full of surprises. Employing a bodyguard for me without my knowledge? He should have just

told me so I can be extra careful.

"So you were there to make sure I got back home safely?" He nods. "What did you do when you saw

Aidan arrive?"

"Nothing."

"What did you think?"

He smiles. "I was creating many pictures of your story in my head. I was trying to figure out what was

happening and why you were in another man's house. When Aidan arrived, I couldn't think anymore, I

just had to let go of my curiosity and do my job."

I sigh deeply, remembering Tony. Jerk.

"You mentioned something that day about the accident being planned? How can something like this be

planned when it was obvious that the accident happened because he didn't wait for the car to go before

crossing the road? I was just lucky because I crossed first."

He shakes his head at my ignorance. "It was planned."

"Really? Why didn't you notify Aidan before then?"

"I didn't know it was planned until after the deed had been done", he grimaces as he answers and

buries his face in his hands.

I want to stop asking the questions. It looks like I am causing him pain and making him guilty for not

doing his job well but I think I have one more question to ask.

"Do you know who did this to him then?"

He neither shakes in reply nor speaks.

"Tristan?"

"Yes."

"Who is it?"

"It's Damien."

"What?"

"Yes, you were also supposed to be in the same position as him", he points his finger at Aidan and my

eyes widens in shock.

"What do you mean?" My lips quiver in fear.

"Tessa", he only says.

"Tessa? What did she do?"

"Tessa was supposed to hit you but she wasn't fast enough. You crossed the road before she could get

close to you. When she saw Aidan, she tapped on the brake quickly so as not to hurt him but Damien's

man was already at a quiet place where he had been lurking around all along. When he saw Aidan

coming, he purred the car into action at a high speed and hit him."

"What?!" I exclaim in disbelief, trying to imagine the scene.

"Yes, Tessa failed but Damien won."

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Aidan's POV

"Go back!" The voice thunders at me for the umpteenth time but I am adamant. I want to follow him to

find my way back home.

Why is he sending me away?

He turns abruptly to see me following him. His white face suddenly becomes red and I know he is

angry.

I am doom.

"I said go back!" He shouts again.

I shiver and look back. The place looks empty, there is nothing for me there but ahead of us are

grasses full of life.

"No!" I say stubbornly, despite my apprehensions. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

He scowls at me, with his chest heaving up and down. He takes a step back and charges at me. "I said

go back!" He screams pushing me down the hill with all his strength.

"No!" I scream.

There is a sudden silence. My eyes are closed, my limbs are cold, my feet are stiff and my lips are

tightly closed together.

Where am I?

Then I hear words that sound like whispers. I strain my ears to hear more and I hear them.

"Who is it?"

"It's Damien", another voice answers.

Who are these people? Who is Damien? Where am I? Who am I?

I try to stand up but I can't. I can no longer hear the voices and I want to. I move my hand and tighten it

before forcing myself to open my eyes.

The bright light makes me shut it back almost immediately. I open it back and everything is white. Then,

I see two pairs of eyes staring back at me with mouth agape.

"Aidan?" She yelps in joy and holds my hand stronger. I realize she is holding my hand.

Who is she? Am I Aidan?

"Who are you?" I ask with a voice I can't recognize and I see her eyes open more widely before she

begins to weep.