SHATTERED DREAMS, DESTINED HEARTS

Sarah Wright was five when her world crumbled. The car accident that claimed her parents left her at the mercy of her uncle, James Wright, and his wife Patricia. Instead of finding comfort in family, she found herself abandoned at Grace Wood Orphanage, watching through tear-stained windows as they drove away with triumphant smiles on their faces, Sarah felt a pang of pain, and her tears seemed to flow endlessly. Her uncle, who had always been her friend while her parents were alive, turned out to be an enemy overnight.

What was supposed to be her inheritance-her father's technology empire, Wright Innovations was taken away from her by her uncle and his wife, who abandoned her in an orphanage.

Three years later, they returned. Not out of love, but to acquire a free servant. Sarah spent her days cleaning their mansion, enduring Patricia's cruel remarks about her worthlessness. Her only solace was secretly reading business magazines, learning about the empire that should have been hers through papers.

Then came that night-on one of the days she worked as a bar attendant in a restaurant very close to her uncle's mansion, the VIP customer she attended to that night took advantage of her. He raped her!!!

He was drunk, the drink made his vision blur. At that moment all he saw was a beautiful young lady standing in front of him. Sarah, who was standing in a corner of the room, saw him stagger while trying to stand from his seat. She ran to him and asked, "Sir, are you okay?" But before she could process what was happening, she found herself struggling under his tight grip. She wailed and cried out for help, but there was no one nearby to save her, even if there were anyone around, no one would hear her voice from outside. Please don't do this, don't hurt me, but all her pleas fell on deaf ears, He was under the influence of alcohol. Her cries and his groans filled the private room. She detested the day she was born.

Adjusting her dress, she ran out of the private room and hurried towards the dressing room, where she cried her eyes out, her soft muffle was heard, and she cried in unbearable pain, the pain of losing her pride to a total stranger, the pain that comes with how he mishandled her. She was losing her mind, 'Why me? She asked, directing the question to no particular person.

The following months were filled with memories that were hard to forget, Sarah could no longer concentrate at work, she was always in deep thought, and her only friend, Beth, whom she had always been close to and her confidant, took notice of her, and could not help but worry. Sarah has always been a joyful young lady regardless of what life throws at her, but these days she's more of a shadow of herself.

Months later, Sarah was feeling so weak and tired she thought it was malaria and it wasn't serious when she got to work that morning. Beth noticed she was not fine and she had also seen her run to the bathroom multiple times today, so this time she followed her to the restroom. Sarah, what's wrong with you? She asked, I don't know, I think it's malaria.

What have you eaten this morning? You look pale, are you okay? Yes, I am, but have been feeling weak and tired recently, have you taken anything? What medication have you taken? Nothing, Beth, I'm fine, it's just malaria, I would be fine. You should visit the hospital, Beth insisted. Okay, I've heard you.

*After work that same day*

Sarah took a taxi, and headed for the hospital, he had already booked an appointment in the afternoon. On getting to the hospital, the doctor examined her and wrote some tests for her to run at the hospital laboratory. The lady who met at the laboratory welcomed her with a smile, took the test prescription from her, and glanced through it. She withdrew her blood sample and gave her a bottle, told her to go to the restroom and bring her urine. She did exactly as she was told and brought back the bottle. The lab technician told her to wait at the reception. She did exactly as she was told.

While sitting at the reception, her mind drifted back to the moments she was always happy, those times when her parents were alive and they lived happily together as a family, the day she lost her parent to the cold hands of death, the tragic death of her parents. Her life after the death of her parents, her stay at the orphanage. She felt a sting of pain in her heart, hot tears dropped from her eye and she wiped them with the back of her hand. While she waited, it felt like an eternity, the result was taking longer than usual, and she was becoming impatient. After what seems like forever, the doctor called for her. Miss Sarah sees me in my office. She followed the Doctor into his office. Please sit, the doctor said.

After she had sat down, the doctor smiled at her and handed her the test results, 'Miss Sarah, congratulations, you are eight weeks gone. What!!!! Sarah exclaimed, Hot tears ran down her cheek, and Sarah felt the remnant of her life was finally crumbling before her eyes. If there's another word for devastation, that was how Sarah felt now. Miss Sarah, are you okay? The Doctor asked. She took the test result and left the hospital without looking back.