Shattered vows

Georgia's POV.

"Mr Mills has been involved in an accident"

As those words sinked into my mind, my heart raced, making anxiety rush through my veins.

My trembling hands pressed against my lips as the tears started flowing, How did it all go wrong?

As if on cue, the memory from a few hours ago sinked into my mind.

I had arrived home from my grocery shopping at six in the evening. My eyes scanned the purple painted living room but I couldn't find that familiar figure sitting in front of a laptop.

My hands were aching from the shopping bags I was carrrying so I found my way to the kitchen to drop them.

The kitchen was dimly lit but the cabinet at the center of the kitchen was quite easy to spot.

Few minutes ticked by and I was out of the kitchen but Andrew was still nowhere in sight.

My arms curled around my chest, "Perhaps he's in his work room?" I muttered under my breath yet found no answer from within.

Without much thought, I propelled my feet forwards towards the room on the other side of the living room.

As I walked past the black couches, my eyes caught a glimpse of our wedding picture hanging in a white frame.

I subconsciously stopped as I beamed, Andrew's hair was short at the side and full at the top, the way his hair fell over his face was one of the reasons I found myself head over heels in love with him.

The other reasons stood along the lines of him giving me shelter when I was on the streets. It wasn't like I was homeless but my greedy aunt thought it would be the perfect way to get back at me.

I was an orphan who had no idea what her parents looked like, all my life I knew my aunt as my mother but as I grew, I found her to be very wicked.

There were nights where she'd starve me because I didn't obey her instructions to finish my chores. Hell, how much chores could a seven year old do in a day?

There was a time she asked me to clean the windows and I wasn't even tall enough to reach them. She made me stand on a stool to clean them despite knowing my fear of height.

I fell off the stool and scraped my knee but aunty didn't care. The older I grew, the more her hatred grew for me. When I clocked twenty two, aunty asked me to get married to an old rookie.

Of course, I'd refuse because an elderly man with yellow teeth and dirty moustache looked far from the prince charming I usually dreamed of marrying.

And that was the end to my stay in her home, she threw me out without caring whether I'd live or die. Life was tough on me, I was helpless and depressed. With a starving stomach and teary eyes, I decided to end it all on the highway but he saved me.

My Andrew, he came like my knight in shining armor. That scene still looks like it was brought out of a romance book.

That very day, Andrew took me in as his chef. Even though I was just a worker, he took care of me, he was so affectionate towards me. If I slit my finger by mistake in the kitchen, I can bet he'd be running down to me with plaster and ointment.

He started getting me gifts and then it dawned on me that our relationship was far from an employer and his employee. From being his chef, I became his wife. Andrew became my peace, the peace I had yearned for the whole time I was living with aunt Esther.

"I'm showing you how you should be loved," He had said when I asked him why he was so loving. It was then I knew I had found the man who completed me.

But then, fate has a way of invading one's life with tragedy just to ruin the happiness. So color me broken when I'm finding out that my love and only family was now being rushed into the hospital on a roller.

Christ, can I endure the pain? Tears streamed down my cheeks as my fingers clutched his tightly while running along with the nurses.

So many thoughts ran through my head, it felt like a mental battle between the positive and negative thoughts. Considering the situation, the negative thoughts were bound to win but I still held on to my tiny string of hope that Andrew will wake up again.

A soft sigh escaped as the nurses separated our fingers as they were approaching the ICU. I curled my hair behind my ears as I tried to wipe the tears but they didn't stop flowing.

My wobbling knees found relief from the chair by the ICU, I lowered my head, holding my head in place with my hands.

The creaking of an opening door jerked me from my current position, I quickly rose up from the chair as my eyes met the doctor's.

"Is-how-how is he?" I stuttered through my question with sweaty palms.

The doctor's expression was impassive, I could barely guess anything from those void looking eyes.

"Mr Mills condition is critical, the impact of his head against the steering wheel led to internal injuries and he has to undergo an operation. That'll cost three hundred thousand dollars and we'd need it in the space of two days or else…"

He didn't have to say it to instill the fear in me. The thought of Andrew dying was dreadful, way too dreadful for me to think about.

But how was I going to find such a huge amount of money in two days? This was the moment I regretted being financially dependent on Andrew.

I was just a housewife who had nothing in her name so where the hell was I going to get the money for my husband's treatment?

Christ. Does this mean I'd lose Andrew?