HELENA’S POV
Panic gripped throughout the entire drive to the hospital, Matteo’s hands were steady on the wheel and I wondered how he remained so calm while I shuffled impatiently on the seat. I was still dressed from the party, I couldn’t spare a moment to change because my whole mind was clouded and confused. Dante had gotten into an accident and it was fatal so Vivianna had said.
“Could you drive any slower?” I mouthed off to Matteo impatiently and he shot me a quick glance.
“I’m not trying to get us in another accident Helena” he said to me and only then did I notice the slight tremble of his hands, so subtle it almost wasn’t there.
“I’m scared” I whispered silently to myself but I knew he could hear me “What if he dies and then I’m stuck with this guilt forever God it’s all my fault. If we hadn’t gotten into that fight if I hadn’t stormed out maybe ”
“Stop ” he started then he stopped, taking a deep breath in and keeping his eyes on the road “I’m sure he’s going to be fine”
I decided to believe him.
By the time we reached the hospital, I found Paulo in the lobby of the A&E section, he seemed eerily calm from afar but when I sprinted towards him, seizing him by the arm I could see the worry deeply etched on his face.
“How’s he?” I demanded.
“He’s I don’t know Helena. The doctors are saying a lot of words I can’t understand?”
“What do you mean?” I almost yelled. I was on the verge of tears, my entire body vibrated with a frequency that I couldn’t control
“Is he going to be fine?” I asked again, my eyes holding Paulo’s eyes and his silence struck me deep in my chest.
“He went into a coma Helena, they’re doing all they can”
I staggered back, my vision getting blurry again and it only cleared when I let the tears fall from my eyes
“Here sit down” Paulo tried to guide me to a chair but I wasn’t paying attention. My head worked so many possibilities. The what if questions drifted in and out of my mind and I couldn’t find any plausible answer to anyone. My hands trembled and my lips quivered, the guilt overwhelmed and I wanted nothing more but to turn back the hands of time.
I wiped my eyes, pulling away from Paulo’s sympathy hands on my shoulder when he could barely hold his own emotions. It was news that Paulo was the most sensitive D’angelo breed. It felt like he needed my comforting more.
I turned towards the door and I saw a familiar figure walk in Gianna. My blood boiled instantly. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed. Messy hair tied up in a pony tail with loose strands escaping and framing her face. She had that panicked look on her face and I was sure she had heard the news.
What was she doing here? This was all her fault, if she had never showed up at that party and tried to kiss Dante, we would never had gotten into a fight. I could feel the silent rage encompassing me as I watched her talk to Matteo in hush whispers and my anger couldn’t contain it anymore, I walked to where she stood and pushing her by the shoulder.
“What are you doing here?”
She gave me a look and it only intensified my anger “I heard Dante got into an accident”
“Gett out!” I yelled “I don’t want to see you”
Now she had a funny look on her face, then she folded her hands across her chest “I’m not here to see you, get over yourself Helena”
Matteo stood silently watching us, like he was too tired to intervene.
“He’s my husband, and you have no right to be here. This is all your fault, what the hell is wrong with you?”
She chuckled slightly, but only slightly and she took a threatening step towards me but I didn’t move an inch “Husband you say” she repeated
I remained quiet
“Did you say husband”
I’m sure this bitch heard me right “You’re not deaf I suppose” I shot back angrily and scoffed.
“Well, I hate to break it to you sweet heart. If Dante truly loves you then what was he doing at my hotel room this night? Aren’t newly weds supposed to be glued together at every waking moment”
I slapped her, my hands connecting with her cheek hard and leaving a red imprint on her pale skin. She gasped loudly and immediately Matteo stepped between us
“You fucking bitch I’ll fucking destroy you” she was yelling, trying to reach me but Matteo was strong enough to keep her away from me. I felt Paulo grab my hand and pulling me away from her because I wasn’t done, I wanted to scratch out her eyes so she never used them again.
I yanked my hands away from Paulo “Let go of me, I’m fine”
“Helena ” I didn’t want to hear what he had to say, I stormed out of the lobby with Gianna screaming behind me but her voice sounded distant with each step I took.
I was livid. Dante was with her? Dante went to her hotel room after our fight? I couldn’t fathom it. I was so angry at him, angry at her, angry at myself that I let her get to me like this.
Fucking hell!
I took out my phone, I needed to call Vivianna to tell her I was leaving. Dante didn’t need me, he had her. I never wanted to see him again, and listen to his empty promises and lies to me. I took out my phone ready to dial when I saw a voicemail from Dante.
My frozen fingers hovered above the screen and my heart sped up
I clicked on it his voice filled my ears
“Don’t think I’m just going to let you walk away from me-”
“I can’t lose you a second time. We can work this out. I love you, and-”
And what?