HE IS AT MY ENGAGEMENT PARTY

“What?” I asked, shocked. My eyes widened like saucers as everything clicked into place. She had already planned ahead, it seemed. She knew I would definitely agree to her demands and sign the contract as long as it was my mother’s life. “Do you think I am lying Leah? It seems you still don't know me well after all,” she said, her lips tilting sideways in a smirk. “Good thing I recorded the call from the hospital,” she said smugly, picking up her phone as she hit play. The doctor's sad voice filled the room. My heart shattered with pain as I heard him speak about my mother’s condition. Three years ago—I just entered my twenties, young and scared for my mother’s life, and desperate for help. When Vivian came with a way out I greedily accepted it without thinking of reading through the contract. And today again, I still remain the same, desperate for help again, and willing to do anything to save my mother, even going as far as throwing my life away. “Where are the papers Vivian? I’ll si