The conversation had ended a few minutes ago and Delia was still sitting on the rug attached to the right side of her bed. The phone that has been turned off is now silent. The wind was blowing into the room with the balcony door left wide open. The wind blew gently, swaying the curtains that dangled almost against the marble floor below.
Delia was unable to think clearly and she was fully aware of it. The image of failure after failure in her life now seemed to come back one by one in her memory. All the shadows of the past that spilled out from inside her memory box.
For most people, the decision to separate is the easiest way, but not by forgetting. But for Delia Ashton, parting is the hardest thing let alone forgetting. Millions of ways with millions of feelings that are increasingly painful. Returning home and lamenting failure is easy in the shadows. Being in the midst of a family in the hope that it will reduce feelings of pain, but the opposite happens. The pain was getting deeper and deeper and opened old wounds that never healed. The wounds from childhood to adolescence brought Delia to the harshness of life. All the intrigue in the Ashton family made Delia grow up so fast. The thought that made Delia the biggest decision in her life was to leave the Ashton family home. Let go of all the drama of life that puts the mother at the center of the world in the Ashton family.
The shadow of the past journey that feels so steep and winding. Stumbling and even crashing until it feels tight is not enough reason for Delia Ashton to stop struggling with her life. An unusual choice with an unusual environment too. Almost all work has been done by Delia throughout her life. Enduring and fighting the cruelty of the world and the injustice of life seemed to have flowed in every vein in her body. "This is not the time to give up." A sentence that Delia will always remember. Recalling all the wounds he could now laugh so easily.
The presence and disappearance of people in life that she feels are dark brings Delia to the thought that if there is someone who can survive in her life, it is a miracle that until now Delia believes. "Nothing will be able to survive in my life," Delia muttered as life brought her back to loss.
The two figures stood in the middle of the hospital corridor. An incomplete silence for Delia that day. She got out of bed and released the IV needle that had pierced his skin before placing her feet on the cold floor with the thin footwear provided by the hospital. It hurt and Delia felt the world spinning inside her head. Delia staggered and had to cling to the wall to look outside and find Marsha with Trevor.
"I just want to be with you. I want to fix things with you, Sha." The words that came out of Trevor Brown's mouth as Delia emerged from the treatment room clutching onto the door next to her, keeping herself from being blown away as all of her eyes seemed to be spinning. Trevor's face was blurry with an expression that might look sincere in front of Marsha, but not with the feelings Delia felt. There was a tinge of doubt if the man said it sincerely.
Marsha was still motionless until Trevor grabbed Marsha's hand to make her stand closer. Trevor's eyes caught Delia's appearance while Marsha stood with her back to the room where Delia was being treated.
"I… I can't say anything. I just... I don't want to start anything right now Trev. I---" Marsha's sentence will not be intact forever with Trevor suddenly shutting Marsha's mouth with a kiss and Delia Ashton witnessing it all in front of her eyes.
Delia turned around with Marsha pushing Trevor's body and after that everything happened so fast. With trembling hands, Delia wrote down a line which she then left on the bed where she was being treated.
The two months that have passed by Delia since her decision to leave Marsha Anderson's life have taken Delia on a long journey. Happiness that hse must create herself. Journey in search of peace for her wounded soul. Delia decided to leave with various considerations, not only for herself but most importantly for Marsha Anderson. Delia has always persisted with the principles of her life so far. She will survive in someone's life to bring benefits and happiness, but if she doesn't, her existence is felt to be no longer useful especially if it only becomes poison for the lives of the people she loves, Delia will choose to let go. It wasn't easy but she had to do it. It felt even worse if she endured being poisoned. It's not love if it just becomes poison and destroys each other.
That day.
The wound on Delia's body was still too wet. The hot lead wound slid into Delia's body after Sally Pladys pulled the trigger of the gun she was carrying. Unfortunate can't be denied. The nerves throughout Delia's body seemed to be twitching violently. The appearance of Delia with a Jeep Wrangler Sport 2-Door witnessed the presence of Sally who was in the distance dragging the body of Marsha who seemed unconscious.
"Fuck!" cursed Delia while accelerating her car before following behind the car driven by Sally Pladys.
The thin woman noticed the presence of Delia Ashton who was chasing her. A few cars behind. The traffic jams in Los Angeles that afternoon made things difficult. The universe is not friendly. Delia cursed her situation by muttering and cursing to herself. "Damn!! You will know my vengeance, Pladys!"
It was not an easy matter for Delia to catch up to Sally, who that day was driving her car so nimbly through the crowds of the streets, even Delia felt like she had lost track of her for a few hours. "Damn! Where did that damn woman take her?" Delia's car stopped suddenly on a safe road and Sally's car disappeared without a trace.
"Dammit!!!" shouted Delia while hitting the steering wheel in front of her.
There was nothing Delia could do but think about the easiest way for her to find Marsha Anderson. Marsha's condition is not good, Sally has knocked her unconscious. The thought of the bad things that might happen to Marsha made Delia think hard. Looking for places that might be a place that could lead her to Marsha's existence.
Removing all her memories of Sally seemed to be the most disgusting thing for Delia. There is nothing more pleasing when Delia hears the name Sally Pladys other than all the wounds and traces of the evil that Delia will never forget. Sally cheated on Delia not only about money, but she had also manipulated Delia with all the kindness that seemed to turn her into a helper angel, even though in reality she was nothing more than a sucker, loser, and human who deserved to be removed for good.
Sally is a woman with a strange mind and she will do anything to get anything she wants. Get rid of anyone who might get in her way. It became a very worrying thing for Delia with Marsha's current existence. Sally has ruined Marsha's life by orchestrating an accident that ended in the death of Marsha's son just because of a guess in her head. Sally suspected that it was Marsha Anderson who gave the report to the state financial supervisory board. As a result of Marsha's actions with all of her findings, Sally plans to get rid of and destroy Marsha Anderson, even though in fact it was Delia Ashton who had provided all of the Sally Pladys crime reports in the agency she built with Lisa Tan as her accomplice.
All these facts and the fate that met Delia with Marsha made the unfortunate tragedy turn into a regret that should never have been present. Delia had thought that her decision to report all the evidence she had and all the evidence from the models who had felt aggrieved by the contract made by the Pladys Agency was the cause of Sally's accusations against Marsha. "You should be replying to me, not Marsha. If only I had never sent that document to the Financial Supervisory Board, maybe the tragedy would never have happened. You don't have to lose your son, Sha," Delia mumbled alone in her car after losing track of Sally Pladys.
"What I can do to make things right is to just find you again and---" Alena's pretty face flashed inside Delia's head so quickly. The Felix family's ability to reach all possibilities from a place that could be a place for Sally to hold Marsha is now popping in Delia's mind. "How could I possibly forget that?" Delia hissed as she straightened herself back in the seat behind the wheel. "Is it possible if Alena can help me?" Delia asked herself alone.
Delia sighed and stared ahead, watching the rows of speeding vehicles fill the city streets that afternoon. It seemed Delia couldn't wait to contact Alena and ask her for help. Delia is not sure if Alena knows the problem she is facing. "What should I say? What if Rudolf questions Alena's real request just to help?" Various questions filled Delia's head. She couldn't possibly involve Alena Harris in her current crisis. Delia was sure Kate Mary hadn't said anything about Marsha Anderson.
Delia never makes big decisions without thinking deeply about the many possibilities that will occur along with all the risks that can affect many people. Keeping the problem away from Alena seemed the right choice but letting Marsha's presence in Sally's hands was also not a sane choice. "There is no other way. Only that rich man can help me," said Delia when the name Rudolf Richard Felix ended her thoughts.
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