Tears slowly rolled down my cheeks as we all waited anxiously for any news on my father's condition.

"Isa," I heard someone call my name to get my attention, but all I could do was continue pacing the length of the room, running my fingers through my hair ignoring anyone who spoke to me, too lost in my thoughts.

How could she do this?! Haven't her husband and son done enough damage? Why the hell would she do this to me? How could she do this?

One thing I was certain of was that Elizabeth was a wonderful, loving woman. I loved her like another mother. She was so sweet, gentle, and kind. I helped take care of her in those final days that she had here on earth.

But I never expected her to be so— so sneaky.

Just thinking about it makes me shake in anger.

It makes me want to hit something so badly. Feeling so betrayed by her, and everyone else in that family. In that moment, I simply wished I had never met him, to simply undo all of our past. Though I knew I wouldn't trade my Nati or Santi for anything in the world, so history would stay the way it was even if I hated that man and his family's very existence.

Still a small part still I wondered how she managed to change her will so quickly.

The testament clearly stated that Edward and I were to inherit everything that belonged to her and her parents' postmortem. The only stipulation being left is that we were to stay married, and have children.

That is why Edward suddenly appeared. That is why he is suddenly so eager to speak to me. Because I was now of use to him, along with Nati and Santi.

Well, I had news for him and his family, I wasn't interested, he can go rot in hell for all I care. He wasn't coming anywhere near me or my kids.

My head had begun to hurt as my mind reeled through everything that happened tonight.

One night. My sister said. It wouldn't hurt to relax for one night.

Well, this is what happens when I relax, and it hadn't even been a full three hours, mind you.

My Uncle Charlie showed up as the dinner party was in full swing to speak to me, urgently. That talk caused all hell to break loose, and my father to turn red, before clutching his left arm, and falling to the ground unconscious.

Now, here we were waiting to hear what was wrong with him.

This was all my fault.

"Isa," I heard more forcefully.

The anger and anxiety were suffocating me along with the betrayal I felt. Nati and Santi were beside themselves as we rushed here to the hospital. The kids, staying at my sister's house with my distraught mother.

"No... Please, please don't..." I whispered, brokenly, staring down at my feet in despair.

I felt his hand touch my shoulder before he stepped closer to me.

"Isa, this wasn't your fault. None of what happened is your fault." I heard Cris say, as he stood towering over me.

"It is! It is! Don't you get it! My father is fighting for his life, in there. I — I caused this!" I gasped, as more tears spilled, slowly moving back.

"Isa..." He whispered as he pulled me into a hug.

"Please, don't, Cris. Don't try to make me feel better. Not when— not when my dad could possibly..." I mumbled into his chest, feeling comfort but only the slightest.

"Shhh…" He whispered.

"What am I going to do if something happens to him?" I sniffled, trying to not let the pain I felt crush me.

I only heard him sigh in response, before tightening his arms around me. "It'll be alright, Isa. I'll help you get through this, you're not alone, beautiful. He'll be ok." He whispered, kissing the top of my head, before sighing and replacing his lips with his chin.

I felt a brief flicker of comfort, radiated through my body as I heard the door to the waiting room open.

"¿Cómo está? ¿Ha habido alguna noticia?" My sister asked as she and Gio rushed in. (How is he doing? Has there been any news?)

"No, aun no." I sniffled, as Cris let go of me, and stepped back. (No, not yet.)

My body shivered at the sudden cold air that hit my body as he did. I realized I never got my sweater when all the chaos began and we rushed to the hospital.

Her eyes reddened further, as she looked up at Gio, who wrapped his arms around her, in a comforting gesture.

My eyes flickered away from them, trying not to watch, as I felt my heart twinge uncomfortably. "Lo último que me informaron fue que lo iban a llevar para que le hicieran algunas pruebas, y eso fue después de que todos llegamos aquí." I softly said, turning away to look out the window. (The last thing I was informed was that they were taking him in to get a few tests done, and that was after we all got here.)

"Seamos pacientes," Gio said, as his eyes flickered to the back of me. (Let's be patient.)

I nod, flickering my eyes away from them once more before slowly making my way towards the window, wrapping my arms around myself.

"Familiares de Manuel Rubio?" A voice called from the doorway. (Family members of Manuel Rubio?)

We all rushed forward, tensing as we waited for the doctor to speak.

With those words, I felt as if my already crumbling world began to fall apart more.

I couldn't believe it, my mind refused to believe it.

Was he going to be ok? I couldn't lose my father.

God, please don't take my father. I still need him. We all do.

As I tried to process everything that was being said, my head began to hurt, and then I felt the room get smaller before darkness claimed me.

oOoOo

I woke up to the sound of rustling paper.

I flinched as the lights stung my eyes, as I tried to sit up.

"Ouch.." I whispered, groaning as my head began to throb erratically.

"Woah, oye, tranquila. No te muevas tan rápido." A voice suddenly said, easing me into a sitting position. (Woah, hey, take it easy. Don't move so fast.)

I groaned again, as my head hit the pillow, before looking up. "Qué me pasó?" I asked, sighing and closing my eyes again in hopes of easing the pain away, as I cleared my parched throat. (What happened to me?)

"Te desmayaste." He explained, as he handed me a cup of water. (You passed out.)

I groaned, siping the cool water before looking up at him, "Gracias. ¿Han recibido alguna noticia sobre el estado de mi padre?" I asked, handing him the empty cup. (Thank you. Have you guys received any word on my dad's condition?)

I watched pain flicker across Cris's face as he swallowed thickly, and looked down at his hands before looking at me, "Isa, your dad had to be placed in a coma… I'm sorry." He said, as he reached for my hand.

I felt the air wheeze out of my lungs, as I stared at him in shock.

Oh my God.