Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 96

Ximena's POV "Hey, fat pig." "Loser."

"Why is she here anyway? Just kill yourself already worthless omega." I tossed and turned in my sleep as I kept hearing hurtful words and insults. I didn't know who the words were directed at but it felt like I was the one. The insults hurt like I had a knife cutting through my chest. Someone was pushed and she fell onto the ground.

"You okay?" Someone asked. The faces were blurry and the voices muffled. I could hear laughter which brought a smile to my face.

"We like you and we want to be with you forever," a voice said before kissing the girl. The sweet scene soon switched to a very angry one.

"We don't want to ever see your face again. Get out!" another voice said angrily leaving the girl in tears. The scene changed again and it looked like the girl was in some serious trouble. She was struggling with someone.

"Alex, Julian, Philip. Please help me! John!" she cried out just as I jolted awake from the nightmare. I glanced around the room wondering where I was for a while and panting hard. The room was dark so I decided to focus on the two things I could see to calm myself. "Clock and a glass. A clock and a glass. Clock, glass," I repeated multiple times. I finally calmed down. I switched on my bedside lamp and took three gulps from the glass beside me. The dreams were getting more vivid as time went by. The pills I took no longer seemed to have a very lasting effect anymore. I laid back down but I was unable to get any sleep. I sighed and got out of bed.

These dreams had been going on for a while now and I didn't know whose memories they were. This was actually the first time I heard names but they didn't ring a bell. I could not place a face with those names. Except for John. Mr. John Moore. Was he perhaps the one the girl called out to in my dream? The girl sounded a lot like me.

My head was beginning to ache from all the thinking. I slipped on my shoes and headed towards my kids' room. Cole had given us this house as my birthday gift which I had refused. I didn't want to take advantage of him or his feelings but when he insisted, I agreed to live here with the kids only if he allowed me to pay rent yearly. He had disagreed but I insisted vehemently and he had to agree. He also moved in with us but lived in the other part of the house. He respected the fact that although my kids referred to him as their father, he was not their real father and we were not married which is why I liked him and continued to stay friends with him.

Even though he was wealthy, he was not pompous or rude. Actually, I owed him and his father mine and my kids' lives. They told me I had gotten into a huge accident which prompted me to have amnesia and I could not remember anyone or who the father of my kids was. After I gave birth, he treated the kids like they were his own. The kids knew he wasn't their father because I had told them, I didn't want them to have a wrong impression of him. But, they continued to refer to him as a father because he was the closest thing to a father they had in their lives.

I pulled open the door and lay beside my children. Just being next to them felt comforting. I always wondered who their father was and why I can't seem to remember anything about him. Did I ever love him? Was he still alive and did he still remember me? He might not even know that we have two wonderful pups together. I had asked Cole to use his connections to replace out about him but he always told me he found out nothing. I would have looked for him myself but I didn't know where to start from. I did not remember what he looked like or his name.

But, maybe it was all for the best. If he had not tried to replace me after all this while then it was never meant to be. If it was, we will replace each other someday. With that thought in mind, I closed my eyes and fell asleep with my children in my arms. "Mummy," I heard Mason's voice call as he gently tapped my arm. I groaned before fluttering my eyelids open.

"Did you come here in the middle of the night? Why?" Madison asked curiously.

"Good morning to you too. Can't I sleep beside my pumpkins anymore? I missed you both," I said before gathering them in my arms.

"Are you all having a group hug without your favorite person in the world?" Cole asked as he ran towards us and pulled us in his arms.

"Daddy," the kids squealed. Anyone watching us right now would think we were a happy, wonderful family when we are not. I feel like there's a huge void in my heart that desperately needs to be filled by someone that is not Cole. I seemed to be forgetting something or someone without knowing who it was. The feeling of knowing something but not completely sure about it. It was strange and confusing.

"Okay kids, your nanny will get you ready while your daddy and I will go get ready for work," I said before pulling Cole along with me.

"Is something wrong?" he asked curiously.

"I think I'm starting to get my memories back. Although, they don't look too good," I said.

"W..what?" he stuttered.

"The dreams are getting clearer now. We might have some names to work with. I know it might not sound like much but it still counts as something right?" I asked.

"W..what? Of course, the names count," he replied. His whole demeanor was strange.

"Are you not happy that I might be remembering who I was before now?" I inquired skeptically.

"Absolutely not. I'm happy for you," he responded with a smile.

"Okay? You just sounded a bit weird," I said truthfully.

"Weird? Who? Me? Definitely not. I will just go and get a cup of coffee before getting ready for work," he said before hurriedly walking away. I stared at his retreating back. He was definitely acting weird. He never walked away from me first. He was clearly trying to avoid me.

I shook my head trying to get rid of the negative thoughts before walking towards my room to get ready. I just got out of the bathroom when I received a phone call from Nurse Judith.

"Good morning doctor Ximena," she greeted politely.

"Morning. To what do I owe this totally unexpected early morning phone call?" I asked.

"The director wants you to come to his office immediately after you arrive. He said it's urgent," she replied.

"It's always urgent. I've been called to the director's office twice a week when some of the doctors there have never seen his face for more than a minute. Did I do something again?" I inquired unbothered. While making the phone call, I was trying to decide whether to wear a silk white and black shirt or a silk black and white shirt. It sounds the same but the first shirt's background was white and the second black.

"I'm sure it's because you are such a great doctor," she assured me.

"Hmmm, white and black it is then," I muttered.

"What?" she asked, sounding confused.

"Let the director know I will be there," I said before hanging up. I got dressed and headed out.

"Where is Cole and the kids?" I asked the nanny.

"Mr. Cole already left with them. He said he was sorry he left without you but they were running late," the nanny replied. I nodded before leaving and heading toward my car. Again, weird. Why didn't he just tell me he was leaving?

I drove to work while listening to some music. I grabbed breakfast from the cafeteria before heading to the director's office.

"Come in," he responded after I knocked on his door. His assistant must have already told him it was me else he would never have let me in so easily.

"Good morning," I greeted cheerfully.

"You are five minutes late. I thought I told you to come here immediately after you arrived but you went to the cafeteria first. Anyway, whatever. You have a client that will require you to leave this city right now," he informed me. "What? Leave the city? Why can't she come here? Can't you send any other gynecologist? I really can't leave," I responded.

"One, the client is a very important person, and two, she specifically asks for you as they all do," he replied.

"How important is she that she can't come to the hospital for her own treatment?" I inquired.

"Get into your car and drive to the New Dawn pack. You will be attending to their Luna. No more arguments," he ordered firmly.