A Devil's Deal To Destroy My Ex-husband

Eloise’s fingers trembled as she fumbled for her phone, her heart thudding against her ribs like a trapped bird. With one hand, she pulled out her phone and dialed.

No answer.

She pressed the phone to her ear again, desperate.

Still nothing.

With trembling hands, she decided to leave a voice message. “Hey, honey,” she sniffled, her voice cracking. “I'm at the hospital. Alisha got really sick—vomiting, crying, high fever. The doctors are checking her, but they’re not saying anything,” tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I'm scared, Mason. Please call me when you get this.” She hung up, biting back a sob as she clasped her trembling hands on her lap.

Helplessness. Guilt. Eloise's heart raced every time her mind replayed the image of her baby girl, Alisha. It had started like any other day, cleaning the house, feeding her daughter, doing the chores. Then, out of nowhere, Alisha began vomiting, her cries became intense, and her fever soared. Eloise had tried everything she knew, but when the symptoms only worsened, she had no choice but to rush her to the hospital. Tears blurred her vision as she pulled out her phone from her old bag sitting on her lap and dialed her husband again.

Still No answer.

“Eloise?” The call of her name from a familiar voice snapped her out of the spiral. She looked up to see Laera rushing toward her, her face drawn tight with worry.

“Oh my God, Elly, are you okay?” Laera asked as she sat beside her and grasped her hands.

Eloise's heart sank upon seeing her; she tried to nod, tried to force a smile, but it collapsed.

“ No, you're not.” Laera pulled her into a tight hug, patted her back, and pulled back.

“What happened? Where's Alisha?”

“ She's inside,” Eloise replied, pointing towards the ward.

“ Have the doctors said anything?”

“No, nothing yet.”

Laera glanced around, looking for a nurse to question, but everyone seemed too busy. She turned back and squeezed Eloise's hand.

"Don’t worry, Elly. She’ll be fine. I’m sure they’re doing everything they can.”

Feeling a little comforted, Eloise nodded weakly.

Laera’s heart ached as she took in Eloise’s appearance, barely recognizing the woman she once knew. This was a 27-year-old lady sitting right by her side, yet she looked thirties, with her messy bun hair, hollow eyes, pale skin, and the cream gown that hung loosely on her thinner frame.

‘Is this the result of childbearing?’ she asked in her mind, remembering the Eloise she once knew, vibrant, fiercely competitive, impeccably beautiful, a fashionista, and outgoing, but right now, she's just the shadow of herself.

“Where's Mason? How could he not be here?” Laera asked, her eyes scanning the room, but he was nowhere in sight.

Eloise lowered her gaze. “I can’t reach him....”

“Did you call him?”

Eloise nodded, “I called, but he’s not picking up. Probably busy.”

Laera's brow furrowed. "Busy?" She snorted. “He should be here with you,” she gritted her teeth,