After I Happened to Kiss My Crush

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance Crime Revenge Pregnancy Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Personal Growth

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My phone’s ringtone woke me up. Groaning, I reached for my phone on the bedside table. It was Stephanie.

"Sarah," she yelled, making me flinch. I wondered why she was calling early, as she was supposed to be with her friends, having a sleepover.

"Damian is back! My childhood crush is back!! He has returned! Turn on the television, Sarah. They’re broadcasting his arrival at the airport!" Her excitement overflowed as she spoke.

I scoffed. She didn’t just wake me up for this.

"Everyone is tuning in. Oh my! I'm looking at him right now. He looks so adorable.” she gushed.

I rubbed my eyes and let out a sigh "You're very dramatic, Steph, " I remarked, ending the call.

If it wasn’t that she's my sister, I would’ve yelled at her. I don't like my sleep interrupted. I grabbed the remote for the flat-screen TV in my room and switched it on. True to her words, they were still airing a live video of Damian’s return at the airport.

I tried not to roll my eyes. Like what’s so special about him?

Damian Delance was being swarmed by reporters at the airport. The media praised his global awards and status as the top eligible bachelor at 21. He mentioned returning to complete high school, then left with his bodyguards.

I turned off the Tv to prepare for school. I had my bath, and changed into our uniform; green blazer, white sleeve and skimpy skirt.

Then Nanny Linda gave me breakfast of pancakes, and smoothie. And as usual, Daddy had gone to work.

Ever since mom died of cancer, dad gave himself to his company. Stephanie became more wild, and I stayed at home being the introvert I was.

I got into the car so my chauffeur, Mr Idris, would drive me to school.

In less than 10 minutes, we arrived at Euphoren High School. Idris highlighted from the car to open it for me. And he bade me farewell as I walked along the premises. The whole school was buzzing also with the news of Damian’s return.

Students were scattered across in pairs and groups, talking about Damian while staring at his pictures on their phones.

“He is so cute,”

“I heard that he’ll be coming to our school,”

My eyes widened at that. I didn't want him to come.

“Oh, gosh! If that ever happens, I will scream my lungs out. Just imagine attending classes with the iconic Damian Delance everyday!” some girls giggled

I almost groaned. Breathing deeply, I took the stairs and entered my classroom.

Suddenly I felt a tight bear hug- Stephanie?

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