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Poisoned
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2026-05-06 18:39:16Kara's POV.
I coughed up blood, my heart aching badly as I placed my hand on my chest, wondering exactly where all of these pains were coming from. "Are you okay?" Brittany raised her head from Jeremy's chest, before turning to him. "Is she okay?" "Of course, she is probably pretending to get my attention." He scoffed as my legs wobbled and I collapsed to the ground, finding it difficult to breathe. But I wasn't pretending. My vision suddenly grew blurry and I could barely see my surroundings. My head began to hurt badly as I fell on the floor. I glanced around as the guests present all began to whisper in hushed tones. "Who is she?" "I don't know but she looks really familiar?" "Could she be related to the bride or the groom?" The murmurs continued, their words crawling on my skin like bugs. "You really should stop being pathetic, Kara." Jeremy half-yelled, probably still thinking that I was faking it when I wasn't. My entire body hurt like hell, especially when I tried to get up. "Oh my God! Kara, are you alright?" Through my barely opened eyes, I saw Xavier holding me, and before I slipped into unconsciousness, I witnessed Victoria grinning down at me with satisfaction. One question ran through my head. Why? ...... ...... The hospital beeping sound woke me up. I flicked my eyelids open only to be blinded by the sunlight peeking into my room through the window. "You are awake, thank God." I heard a voice and turned to my right to see Xavier sitting on the chair opposite me. His clothes looked rumpled. Was he the one who brought me here? Where was my husband? Was he truly getting married to Brittany, or did I dream about everything that happened? Xavier got up to walk towards me, his eyes flashing with sympathy. "Damn! You look so pale, why didn't you let us know that you were sick, Kara?" He asked and I froze. Sick? How? Apart from the chest pains, I had no other symptoms. Just then, the door opened and the doctor walked right in as he checked something on his clipboard. "Mrs Devonte right?" He began, and I struggled to nod as I suddenly felt my throat was too dry to say anything. "The report here says you have been poisoned and have just a few days to live. Also..." He paused, taking in a deep breath. "The poison affected your unborn child, and now it's gone. I am sorry." My blood turned cold as I went still on the bed, trying to sink the doctor's words into me. Did he just say I have been poisoned and would soon die? As in I wouldn't be alive for much longer? Also, it affected my unborn child? I was pregnant? But I never experienced any pregnancy symptoms. I placed my hand on my stomach and felt it so empty that my eyes stung with tears. How could I have been pregnant and not have known? As if reading my mind, the doctor answered. "The poison's effects are the reason why you never even suspected that you were pregnant." "Doctor but how? Poisoned and she is still alive?" Xavier asked in disbelief. "It's a slow poison sir. It was meant to torture and kill her slowly. Whosoever poisoned her, feeding it to her for days, must really hate her and I am sure if she can recall clearly, she must have been feeling pains in her stomach." The doctor said and I nodded again. He was right. I had always felt pains, but never coughed up blood until today. "Where is Jeremy?" I asked Xavier who looked away, not answering me. I chuckled bitterly, knowing Jeremy probably didn't give a damn or still thought I was pretending. Did he even know that I lost our child? That I was pregnant? All of these were too much for me to take, and I didn't even know how to react; I just felt really numb. Xavier left the hospital room afterwards, to get me food and while I was glancing out the window, the door opened. I turned to see Victoria walking in with her head raised high, and immediately, memories of the engagement party she took me to flooded my head. Did she take me there intentionally? Why did Xavier call her a bad friend? Now I was certain there was something I might have been missing. "Well, well, well, you look horrible, Kara." She laughed and my heart tightened in my chest. Was my condition now a matter of fun? Did I make a mistake trusting her? "How come you are Brittany's cousin?" I asked and her eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. "It's always been obvious but you were too dumb to see it. " Victoria began as she wrapped her hands around her chest. "You see, I have always been in your shadows since secondary school, despite not knowing one another. My hate for you began when we somehow got enrolled in the same workplace." "I mean, I have been there even before you joined, and somehow, immediately, you were promoted to be our boss's secretary. Not only that, you stole the attention of the man I loved so much and seduced him to the extent that he tried to force himself on you, and of course, you played the victim, when you were at fault for seducing him." Victoria yelled, her expression tightening. It was then that I realized this girl was crazy. Yes, Victoria and I met at work, but I never thought that she would hate me. I thought she really liked me, so we became friends, and if I can remember clearly, the only guy who tried to rape me ever was Damian Cooker. Another fellow worker who was obsessed with me and Victoria knew this, and yet she was claiming I seduced him? Have I been surrounding myself with monsters all this time? "My cousin was dating our boss, who is now your husband, and the same way you seduced Damian to his downfall is the same way you seduced my cousin's fiancée into your bed, which was why he had to marry you, and my cousin had to be heartbroken. But luckily, Jeremy never loved you, he only married you to get his revenge, something relating to your family, which is weird, considering you are an orphan." Victoria told me, her words slicing through me like a blade. So Jeremy didn't marry me to punish me for taking him away from Brittany? But what family was Victoria referring to? "I exposed you to Jeremy and he gladly offered to be spiking your meal every morning with poison to end both our revenge, while you rot away like the monster you are." Victoria looked at me with so much hatred that I trembled. Different emotions burst through me as she revealed the whole truth to me, but then, none of what was listed was my fault. I never seduced Damian, nor did I beg or force Jeremy to end up in bed with me. Rather, it all began two nights ago, when Jeremy wanted my help to propose to Brittany, his childhood best friend and fiancée. I helped organize everything until the main disaster happened.
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