The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 191

Sandra sat on the cold, hard floor in the small holding cell. The room was dim, lit by a flickering lightbulb above her head. Shadows stretched along the walls, but none of it mattered.

Sandra's world had collapsed.

Her arms wrapped tightly around herself, but no amount of holding could stop the shivers running through her body.

She pressed her knees to her chest, resting her forehead against them, as tears spilled down her face. Her sobs echoed through the empty cell, raw and jagged, breaking the heavy silence around her.

Her mind was a storm, filled with the memory of her mother's voice- so soft, so patient, always trying to correct and guide her, but she never cared to listen.

"I'm sorry," Sandra whispered, her voice cracking. She pressed her fists against her eyes, as though trying to stop the tears, but they kept coming.

Her chest ached, and the weight of the news felt unbearable. Her mother was gone. Dead. Because of her. Because of her senseless jealousy and greed.

Now nothing else mattered. Not Derek's rejection. Not Evelyn's victory. Nothing mattered. All that was left was a gaping hole in her heart. She had lost the one person she loved the most.

"It's my fault," she choked out, shaking her head. "All my fault."

The images wouldn't leave her mind. She saw it all again. The argument. Her mother's voice pleading with her to stop. The fight or the phone. And then-the fall. The sound of her mother hitting the floor. It replayed in her head, over and over like a terrible song she couldn't escape.

Sandra grabbed the bars of the cell, leaning her forehead against the cold metal. "Why did I do it?" she cried, her voice breaking.

"Why couldn't I just listen to her?"

Her mother had warned her so many times to stop being selfish.

To stop chasing things that didn't matter. But she never cared. She wanted more- more money, more power, more control. And now it had cost her the one person who truly loved her.

"I didn't mean to hurt her, she sobbed, shaking her head. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

Her hands trembled as she clutched at her chest. Her tears fell faster now, soaking her shirt. "Please, God," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please bring her back. I'll change. I'll do better. I'll never hurt anyone again. Just... don't let her be gone."

She squeezed her eyes shut and clasped her hands together, her words tumbling out in a desperate prayer. "I'll stop being greedy.

I'll stop being mean. I'll stop hurting people. Just let her live.

Please,

I'll be good. I'll be good. I promise."

Sandra stayed like that, crying until her throat was raw and her eyes burned. Every part of her ached- her head, her heart, her soul. She thought of all the things she'd done wrong. Every selfish act, every cruel word, every time she ignored her mother's advice. "If only I I could take it all back," she thought bitterly.

into her sorrow, the sound of footsteps approached her cell. Sandra didn't look up at first, too consumed by her grief. Then, she

streaked with tears. It was the officer who had brought her in. He stood on the other side of the bars, his

hesitated, then said,

moment, she thought

she whispered,

officer repeated. "We heard from

breath caught, and

at him in disbelief. "Alive?" she repeated,

The doctor said she's going to be

her mouth as a loud sob escaped

flooded her body, washing over her like

alive," she cried, over and over, clutching her chest.

but

her mother. She

face with trembling hands, though the tears kept coming. "Thank you, God," she whispered,

this right. I swear I

she sat there, clutching her knees and rocking gently, Sandra made a vow- a real one this time. She would beg Evelyn for forgiveness. She would make things right with

her voice steady for the first time in hours. "I'll be better. I

into focus. The soft beeping of monitors

clutching her hand so tightly as if she feared that if she let go Claire would die. Evelyn's eyes, red-rimmed from hours of crying, lit up

couple

it's most

"Where is your father?" she asked. "You've been here for a while. You need to go home, Evie." Her voice was gentle but firm, her maternal instincts taking over

of Claire's lips, even though the effort made her head ache. "You don't

wouldn't wake up!" Evelyn cried, her voice breaking. "Even after the doctors said you

intentional, she said. Her expression shifted, her brow furrowing in concern. "What about Sandra?" she asked cautiously. She had not seen her since she woke

as she avoided her mother's gaze.

sighed deeply, already suspecting the answer. "She didn't push me deliberately," she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness.

head back to look at Claire,

but firm. "She almost killed Rayna. She tried to run her down with her car, but Rayna's boyfriend was hit instead." Claire closed her eyes briefly, as if the weight of

hand, intertwining

do something to help Sandra, but

gaze fixed on the ceiling. "I love Sandra, but she should

forgive her?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you woke up because

a faint smile playing on her lips. "Don't be silly," she said gently. "Why would I want to die because

paused and gave Evelyn's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're my daughter too, Evie. Don't

whispered, "Yes, you're my mother. And, just so you know... you have

in confusion, then followed Evelyn's gaze to her stomach. Her eyes widened. "You're