Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

Ten minutes before twelve o’clock, Flavia heard the door to her office being knocked, and the figure that Gladwin had been trying to keep away from her appeared before Flavia with her broad grin.

“Gladwin can’t come this afternoon, can he?” the woman asked, to which Flavia didn’t respond at all because she knew the woman’s question was rhetorical. “Not offering me a seat or perhaps a drink?” she asked again. Her friendly demeanor seemed too forced.

“Please, have a seat, Doctor Madsen,” Flavia invited, and Phoebe sat back on the sofa, leaning casually as if the room were hers.

“Just call me Phoebe. Your room is quite comfortable, I must say,” she looked around Flavia’s office, assessing it. “Rich people’s offices are classy.” Whether it was praise or sarcasm, Flavia couldn’t distinguish. She pressed a button on her desk phone and asked someone to bring drinks to her office.

“What brings you here?” she asked after hanging up the phone. She was reluctant to engage in small talk. Her heart firmly told her that the woman in front of her should be avoided.

“Why? Am I not welcome here?” Her beautifully arched eyebrow raised. Her eyes glared with dislike.

“To be honest, I don’t know you very well. So, I don’t think we need to beat around the bush,” Flavia replied.

“So, this is your true character. Pretending to be weak in front of others but being cynical when no one’s around,” she sneered.

Flavia frowned. “What do you mean by that?” A knock interrupted them. One of the servers entered and brought two glasses of cold drinks and snacks. Placing one on Flavia’s table and the other on the table in front of Phoebe. “Thank you,” Flavia said, the teenager nodded and turned to leave the room.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“See, you can be friendly to others but you can’t act the same towards me!” Phoebe jabbed again. “Forget what I said earlier. I came here because I wanted to know how you’re doing,” she said, grabbing the cold drink and sipping it.

“I’m fine, thank you for your concern,” Flavia replied flatly.

Phoebe waved her hand. “No no no. I wasn’t asking about your physical condition because I know you’re healthy. If you were still sick, you wouldn’t be here,” she said with a sarcastic grin. “I mean, how’s your pregnancy? It’s been nine months since you left the hospital, right? Shouldn’t we have heard about your pregnancy?” She jabbed again.

Flavia fell silent. “It’s only been nine months, there are still a few months left,” she replied simply.

“Time? Your marriage has been going on for ten months. And wasn’t Gladwin’s mother only giving you a year? That means you only have two months left, and you think that’s enough?” Flavia didn’t comment. “You should have come to me since Julie came to you. After all, I’m a specialist in obstetrics. I might have been able to give you a prescription to help you get pregnant quickly. But, of course, if it’s too late now.”

“You and Gladwin only have two months left to go through a pregnancy program, and clearly that’s highly unlikely. Two months, Flavia,” the woman repeated the same word again with emphasis. “You only have to choose between divorcing Gladwin or allowing him to marry me. Yes, although I want to be Gladwin’s only wife, if you’re not willing to divorce him, that’s fine. I’ll be his second wife and also a good friend to you. Isn’t that a win-win solution?

“You can have Gladwin and a child in my womb. And I can have Gladwin without having to take care of a baby and getting all the facilities I need,” she continued.

“So, all of this is about money?” Flavia frowned.

Phoebe snorted. “Don’t say it’s all about money, dear. I’m just giving you what you want, and in return, I get what I want. Gladwin, and the honor of being part of the Hampton family. That’s it. And didn’t I tell you before that Julie Hampton would prefer Gladwin to marry me rather than a flawed woman like you?” Her eyes looked at Flavia with disgust.

Flavia felt something stabbing her chest. Why did that statement sound familiar in her head?

“Well, you wouldn’t remember my words because you’ve lost your memory,” the woman taunted again.

Faint images of a garden and people in patient and nurse uniforms filled Flavia’s head. The throbbing in her head came along with some memories haunting her.

“Moreover, Gladwin’s mother has agreed for Gladwin to marry me. Your grandmother clearly likes me, and I’m more potential to be his daughter-in-law than you. Of course, I’m healthy and normal. Moreover, I’m an outsider. If Gladwin marries me, there will be no unpleasant rumors about our marriage. Even though my status is a divorced mother of one. But it’s better than marrying your own niece. Isn’t it?”

That was Phoebe’s voice. Yes. The exact same voice as the woman in front of her now. Her entire head was pulsating. It felt like being roughly yanked and tossed around.

“I’m asking you to stay away from Gladwin. It’s clear you’re not worthy of marrying him. Do you intend to burden him for a lifetime?”

“You’re just a wretched person.”

Sentence by sentence, it entered her brain. Piercing her head like repeated stabs of a knife. Flavia groaned, holding her head tightly with both hands, as if her brain would spill out any moment. Her elbows rested on the table.

“Not infertile. But in the patient’s condition, future pregnancies might be a bit difficult. But there’s a fifty percent chance of success. Don’t lose heart. We’re just doctors, not God. God is the One who gives everything. Always believe that miracles exist.” The woman’s voice echoed in her head, a voice Flavia didn’t recognize but was certainly friendlier than Phoebe’s voice. “Oh God, what memories are these? Is this really my memory?” Flavia asked herself inwardly.

“It’s okay to cry at the airport, rather than feeling suffocated from missing him later.” That was Altezza’s voice and Adaline’s face. “If you really like someone, love them. Pursue them. Whether you’re rejected or not, that’s a matter for later. At least your feelings are certain. So you can move on with your life. Stick with your current feelings, or find someone new. It’s better to be heartbroken, cry, but eventually forget. Rather than just guessing. Besides, what you guess might not even be true.”