Moon's Pov.
Murmurs floated around me, soft and distant, like echoes in a tunnel.
"Do you think she's dead?"
"Poor madam, always bullied by Clarissa. I don't know why she couldn't leave Madam Moon alone to enjoy her marriage."
"For three years, it's been one problem to another."
"I wish madam Moon could fight back…"
The words swirled in and out, muffled, tangled in the fog clouding my mind. My eyelids felt like lead, but I forced them to flutter open.
A sharp light stabbed through, making me wince. Slowly, the blur started to take shape, the brightness softening as the world came into focus.
"You're finally awake," a lady in her mid twenties dressed in white uniform and a stethoscope draped around her neck said.
Who are these people, and why are they not dressed in robes? What kind of a dress are they wearing? I thought. And… and they kept calling me Moon. Have they perhaps met me before?
My eyes widened when her hand reached for my eyes. My own hands instinctively moved, hitting her hand away.
"Don't touch me!" I warned, trying to rise into a sitting position. "And I'm not Moon! I mean, not the Moon you know!"
I dragged my eyes away from her, scanning the room. The faces are familiar, yet unfamiliar, and the room is a stark difference to the one I remember.
The servants all looked surprised and lost. "What?"
"Do you think the fall into the pool must have messed up her brain?"
One of them came forward. "Madam, we don't know what you are talking about. But we know that you're Moon, our madam and wife of our master, Mr William, the CEO of Helm's group."
"What?" I asked, shock evident on my face.
The nurse sneered. "Minutes ago, you were almost dying. And now, you don't want me to touch you."
Dying…
The word echoed in my head. That's it! Yes, I was dead, but somehow, I had reincarnated but into the body of another person, called…Moon?
I almost laughed at myself. I was killed by my husband and of all the bodies to reincarnate into, it had to be the body of a weak and scorned wife who could not even fight for herself? What kind of cruel joke was life playing at me?
"So finally, you thought to wake up." I heard a feminine voice. I looked towards the door and my eyes met a pair of green ones. Her face is stoic, devoid of any form of smile or laughter. From Moon's memory, she is William's niece and doesn't like her.
"You can pretend to die all you want, but my uncle will still not love you and neither will I. Just like him, I'll choose Clarrissa over you! Oh, here she comes anyway."
Footsteps followed, and the lady from earlier I now know to be Clarissa and a third wheel in Moon's marriage walked in.
A smile blossoms on Claire's face as she welcomes Clarissa. So they are friends.
I roll my eyes. Birds of the same feathers flock together. Spoilt brat and a friend of a brat.
"And why are you rolling your eyes?" Clarissa asked, irked. She walked to the side of my bed, wanting to grab my hair like before, but one look in my eyes and she paused, surprise flickering in her eyes.
"You almost killed me back there." I stated calmly, tilting my head to the side. "Why did you push me into that pool?"
Her face contoured, her features turning into a purple shade from anger. "And yet you live? Why couldn't you just die, huh?"
She flings her hair to the side, her face turning into triumph. "Well, it doesn't matter. William will always be mine. I told you before. He'll divorce you. And you'll be nothing, thrown into the streets of LA!"
A frown immediately marrs my face, not because of the nonsense she had spewed but because of the last part of her sentence. "L.A?"
"Yes, L.A." This time it was the nurse that answered. "And why are you acting like the fall really messed with your head?"
"And today's date?" I inquired, ignoring her snide remark.
She smiled in disbelief, but she answered anyway. "6th 20…"
I nodded, realization settling in. That explains it. The mode of dressing and hairstyle. The world have really changed.
My head snapped towards the doorway, when the energy in the room suddenly shifted. The servants and nurse started to hurry out, as the footsteps echoed nearer. Their heads are bowed, as if they dared not linger in his presence.
The air felt charged, heavy, and then he appeared in the doorway—a striking figure of authority and power and my breath hitch!
Was he the same man… the same Williams from yesterday? I thought, jaws dropped.
He stood tall, exuding an effortless authority that turned heads wherever he went. His dark, perfectly styled hair gleamed under the light, complementing sharp, symmetrical features that seemed sculpted from stone.
Piercing eyes, the color of icy blue, carried a weight that could cause goosebumps crawl down my spine with a single glance. His jawline is strong, clean shaven, and his lips…they held a natural curve, firm but tempting in their softness.
Dressed impeccably in a blue tux that complemented his eyes, every detail of his attire spoke of precision and elegance, from his polish cufflinks to the smooth leather shoes.
But right now, this man that looked like a Greek god is looking at me with so much hate, like I was some troublesome creature that he wanted to crush.
Clarissa's head snapped up, her eyes widening with what could only be described as calculated panic. She gasped dramatically, clutching her side as though she were in sudden, unbearable pain.
Stumbling back, she pressed a hand to her cheek, her voice trembling with feigned distress.
"Moon," she whimpered, her tone heavy with accusation. "Why… Why did you hit me?" Her eyes darted between him and me, tears welling up so perfectly it could have been rehearsed.
She staggered towards him, her delicate features crumpling into an expression of wounded innocence. "I was only trying to help her, and she lashed out at me! She even accused me of pushing her into the pool. I don't know why she hates me so much…"
Her voice broke on the last word as if the very thought was too much to bear!