And She Was Caught (Completed)

Prologue

Prologue

I was seventeen when I left the only home I knew. It was at that age when I first learned what love truly is. I loved Caleb, yes, but I loved Jackson Matthews in a way that is soul shattering. There wasn't a moment in my memory that I have regretted ever loving him.

Yeah, it took everything from me when I had to leave and I prayed he would stop me and ask me to stay but then he didn't. But every time I remembered him, aside from the constant pinch in my heart, it always made me smile. Because I remembered how happy I was back then. He made me happy and I would never forget that.

But that doesn't mean it didn't break my heart, because it did.

My dad sent me to Spain to study and in my bewilderment, he gave me a choice to take whatever I like as a course though he voiced out what he hoped I would take. I would have taken Modern Art, that was what I wanted so that I could feel connected to my mother. But what I want is a far cry from what I need. I needed to be set free from the shadows of my past and somehow I felt like taking up a different course was a tiny step into freeing myself. It was a little step for me but I did feel liberated.

I took up a pre-medicine course instead and I learned that I enjoyed it. In fact, I discovered that helping people prolong their life and heal them were all but fierce passion for me. I was so get used into losing the people that I love and I always felt helpless. But when I took up medicine, I finally felt empowered.

I cried the first time I was able to resuscitate a man. I gave him that second chance in life. I did it with my own hands, sweat pouring down from my neck. I felt alive. By the way, this happened at least six years after I left Willacy.

While I tried hard to bury all the things that haunted me, I lived my life. Just like what Jack told me.

Four years later after I started college, I returned to New York and studied Medicine in New York University. Daddy wanted me to take an economic course or something of that sort but when I told him how much I love to become a doctor, he backed out. We didn't entirely become close. He was still distant but sometimes, I felt that he cared.

I was in my third year in Medicine when I met Alexis Weizman. He was a Social Science professor from my University. He wasn't exactly my professor, we met in the hospital where I had my duty back then. He had a stomach bug and I was the one who assessed him. He was gorgeous, dark eyes and dark hair. He reminded me of Jack but that was all about it, he was all Alex for me.

He was charming and broody at the same time and I liked him right away. I never thought about dating and I didn't have the time nor interest for it until he asked me out. After he was discharged, he came back and looked for me. I was frazzled.

I wondered what he liked about me when he could get every girl in town with just one smile. He was that beautiful. I didn't want to say yes, but he was insistent and not too long, I found myself agreeing to all the dates he asked me.

Six months later, we were exclusively dating. One year later, I was smitten by Alexis Weizman. He was amazing, thoughtful and caring and I knew he loved me. He showed me. Though we talked and I learned about his past, there were times when I felt like I don't really know him at all. There were parts of him that he kept hidden from me but I knew he'd tell me in time. I trusted him. Alex was mysterious but he loved me with all his heart.

After so many years I finally felt happy and once again, loved.

When I passed my licensure exam and was already a licensed medical practitioner, Alex went down on one knee and asked me to marry him. That day, was the greatest day of my life. I love him so much what more could I ask for? I said yes.

I didn't want to get married right away, he knew it and understood it so he said he'd wait until I was ready. He was all set as long as his ring was sitting on my finger. I loved him more because of that.

I was a doctor, saving lives, I have the best man beside me and I was happy. I was having the time of my life.

Maybe I was too relaxed that it slipped my mind how ironic life could get. One moment you were dancing in the rain, the next thing you know you were running away from lightning. And all the things I tried to bury behind my closet came running back to haunt me.

Alejandro Motreal drove my mom into killing herself and he was dead set on burying me next to her stone. His drive for revenge because of his unrequited love had consumed him. Dad had tried his best to protect me but he couldn't do it for life. Someday, he was bound to slip and Alejandro Motreal would have his clutch at my throat.

I wanted to make him pay but first I have to keep breathing.