MORGANA FOSTER
A thin pain agonized in my chest. Hearing the word 'divorce' come out of his mouth hurt much more than reading the file did. I felt my eyes water and I looked down, blinking a few times to get rid of the tears before they fell right there.
Why had I fallen in love with him if he didn't treat me with any affection?
There was no love or affection. Just a theater of smiles during visits and important meetings. I wouldn't look sad about it, I had promised myself that he wouldn't see me crying because of him. Not after all the nights he'd slept away with “sweet Elena”.
With a roll of my eyes, I cleared my throat and answered: “I know everything will be alright.” I sighed and looked away, I needed to be strong. “Tomorrow I'll sign it. Excuse me, I have to pack my things.”
So I got up from the sofa with a bitter, disdainful smile. Marching towards the kitchen Ryan raised an intrigued eyebrow and I could feel his gaze following me the whole way.
I know he didn't expect this reaction from me, since according to him this wedding had been set up by his grandfather and me. And in his eyes, I would always be that selfish woman from the past.
But little did he know that she was nothing like the one standing in front of him.
In the large modern kitchen, I opened the fridge to find something to eat. My stomach was rumbling and cooking was also distracting me. I grabbed some strawberries and sat down on the stool in front of the counter that complemented the island. Constantly fighting with my mind not to cry until Ryan wasn't home.
Why didn't I fall in love with someone else during those three years at university?
I had a boyfriend before all that, but I wouldn't have dared propose to him after the way we broke up.
That man only married me out of pity. What more would he want with me? That's fine! I wasn't ugly, I had round features, big brown eyes, long black hair that curled at the ends and although I didn't work out, my body wasn't badly distributed. Even though I considered myself a pretty girl, I didn't dare compare my beauty with Elena's.
The woman sculpted beauty itself. She had blonde hair and white, well-kept skin, blue eyes. Slim and tall. Whenever she met me, she was impeccably groomed and kind. At least in front of Ryan. When we were alone, Elena would always throw hints and beg me to give him a divorce.
I always ignored her, not because I was comfortable with the situation, but because my hands were tied.
So I avoided her like a scab.
In a jolt, I was snapped out of my reveries when Ryan walked into the kitchen shirtless. My jaw dropped and so did the strawberry in my hand. The man really was a semi-god, anyone could easily be attracted to him.
His black pants showed off his shapely, tapered waist with eight sections of divided muscle, his serious face matched perfectly with his lean, lean body, his black hair still wet from the shower and a T-shirt thrown over his shoulder made the sight even more sensual. He stopped in front of the fridge and picked up a bottle of water, realizing he was being watched:
“Is something wrong?” He arched his eyebrow and took a sip from the bottle, making his Adam's apple rise and fall.
That simple gesture warmed my body and the heat rose up my neck. “Is there a problem, Miss Foster?" he asked again, coming dangerously close.
My heart began to race in my chest as he approached.
Shaking my head, I said no. Unable to say anything that wouldn't embarrass me with all the indecent things that were going through my mind, I did nothing pure.
As he approaches the counter, my body shudders involuntarily and small electric currents run through me. He leans against the counter and reaches out to take an apple from the basket, without taking his eyes off mine.
The sight of his bare chest passing me by and exuding the musky scent of his expensive perfume. Making me want to reach out and touch his chest.
Those damn deep blue eyes distracted me, my face instantly flushed, I closed my eyes and inhaled that devilish perfume he wore again. I pressed my lips together and with what little strength I had, I pulled away.
“I've got to go.” I said as I practically ran up the stairs in an attempt to escape the situation.
I could hear him laugh and the rustle of him putting on his T-shirt.
I was tempted to look back.
‘Just a glance’. - I thought, but shook my head and kept walking until I reached the stairs and went up to the bedroom.
At the first door I found a room decorated in gray tones. There was nothing under the bed but a few pillows, two bedside tables, lamps and a white curtain covering the window. There's also a rug at the foot of the bed and two doors. I looked around the room carefully.
There's a huge bathroom on the first door and a closet on the other. Ryan's things are organized there and smell magnificent. I soon realized that this wasn't going to be my room, but looking in the corner, I spotted the suitcases I'd brought earlier in the day in a corner.
I look again to make sure I'm not seeing things. They were my suitcases. Still confused, I dragged them out to find another room. Which wasn't difficult. The mansion probably had five or six bedrooms. Grandpa Burke always imagined that we would have several children to fill the house, but that never happened.
He wouldn't even look at me. I walked down the corridor for a few minutes until I found the second door; luckily this room was empty. I rested a little on the doorstep before entering. It wasn't that much smaller than the previous room, it also had an en-suite and a dressing room, and the view from the small balcony overlooked the main garden, which would make the view very beautiful in the morning.
I nodded, and we went out to the car. The truth was that the outfit accentuated my beauty. And even though Ryan wasn't in a real marriage, he didn't like anyone coveting what was his. Especially his wife. This possessive air always hung over us.
MORGANA FOSTER In the car, the journey to the Burke mansion was silent. Ryan didn't try to start a conversation, and I wouldn't insist on bothering him. Silence would reign throughout the way. As he drove, I looked at the street, reminiscing about how all of this started and how I ended up here. "Who would have thought that little Morgana Melissa Foster would be married at twenty-three to such a handsome and powerful guy like Ryan Burke." I glanced sideways at the man driving the black Rolls-Royce. Perfectly sculpted in his black suit. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly at my own life. In the first year of marriage to Ryan, I was sure I could win his heart if I were truthful and showed him that I was willing to do anything for us. So I cooked my best dishes and sweets, took care of him when he was sick, did everything possible. But it didn't help much since he spent most of his time on business trips and the majority of his free time with Elena. No matter how kind and caring I
RYAN BURKE "Why the hell is everyone now looking at and praising Morgana?" I thought, feeling that twinge of jealousy burn in my mind. In recent years, I had been negligent. I didn't visit her, nor did I bother to find out how she was doing. Not even on the day of her father's funeral. Elena had a problem that day and was in the hospital, and I was with her. So I accompanied her, but made sure I left Morgana well-supported with all the resources possible. "Enough with the compliments for my wife, Stefan," I said, squeezing his shoulder forcefully and maintaining a smile. "You're making her embarrassed." She kept her eyes down and the smile shy, while all attention was directed at her. This behavior was unusual, even for her. "Are you getting jealous, cousin?" "Where's my beloved granddaughter?" My grandfather called; I heard Mr. Burke's voice as he entered the room. Morgana's eyes sparkled like crystal when she spotted the elderly man entering the room. My grandfather, Mr. Julia
MORGANA FOSTERWithin minutes of answering a call, Ryan was gone with a lame apology to his family, leaving a heavy atmosphere behind. I tried my best to ignore whatever he came to do to me.He hadn't given me a single explanation, but I knew he had left to find Elena. My heart ached, and I had to keep the smile awkward.At the end of the night, James guided me back to the house from the mansion. He was a handsome man, too handsome to work as a simple driver. Always polite and kind. Treating me much better than my husband. I sighed heavily at the realization of that fact.The way back was silent. James wasn't much of a talker and neither was I, which limited our interactions. Arriving home, I walked up the stairs with heels in hand and went straight to the bedroom. I took a hot shower, getting rid of the thought.“What is he doing and who is he with now?” I got out of the shower, putting on a white satin nightgown with lace and comfortable panties. Like most likely, Ryan would spend th
RYAN BURKE After Morgana left, I looked at the papers on the table and leafed through them. She had actually signed. My heart had a brief twinge of pain and I didn't understand why the feeling. I wanted the marriage to end for a long time, and I only married that woman because of her father's illness, which, after a while, sensitized my heart and made me continue in my grandfather's foolish contract. Now there was a reluctance within me to sign back and get rid of her. What was wrong now, then? She wasn't a terrible wife. In the first year we were married, she didn't impede my goals, nor did she intrude on my relationship with Elena, so understanding. She even cooked some things that I liked. I felt a bit like a jerk for having a relationship outside of marriage, but since it was only a nominal marriage, I felt a little better as time passed. I always went out with Elena to dinners and private parties, causing no big fuss, otherwise, my grandfather would kill me. Since Morgana did
Morgana Foster The hallway was quiet today at the hospital. We just had an emergency in the morning. A girl had arrived with her leg caught in a car wheel. It was a simple procedure to remove the tire and a minor surgery to mend the bones in the broken foot with the orthopedic staff. Now I was just walking around and looking at some past patient charts. "Doc. Foster!" Elliot smiled when he spotted me and walked towards me. The blond hair, the honey brown eyes, along with the slender and tall body made him irresistible. He could easily be a role model, no doubt. He walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "How are you? Are you enjoying working here?" "Hi, Doc. Sharon, I'm loving everything!", I smiled at him and collected myself after the greeting. What a charming and kind man, "I hope to enter the residency program next year, I am very excited about the results of the internship!" "Glad you like it!" You are an excellent candidate for the residency vacancy! I'm sure you'll make it.
MORGANA FOSTER Everything seemed normal when we arrived at the nightclub. The sound was loud and the lights were flashing. People were dancing in some places. I rolled my eyes around the place, not spotting them."Where are they?" I asked, turning to BethanyShe stretched her neck into one of the reserved areas of the club and spotted the group of doctors sitting in a reserved area, my eyes following her all the way."Got it!" she said, pulling me by the hand across the room.They smiled at us, so we made our way there, asking the dancers in the middle of the dance floor to excuse us."Ladies!" John Nardek, the heart surgeon, was the first to greet us. John was 1.87 meters tall, with black hair, brown eyes and a plump, velvety mouth. He was wearing a white shirt, light blue jeans and a black leather jacket that outlined his slender body.This was the first time he had made a greeting outside the formal.He raised a glass of beer in a friendly greeting, "Welcome!""Hello!" we replied t
RYAN BURKE When Morgana left the room, I could see Elena in full rage. She went in next and closed the door behind her. Her fists were clenched, and she could feel the air darkening behind her. “What do you have to tell me about this scene?” she said. Her blue eyes glistened with tears that pooled at the edges. “Nothing!” Her face paled as she looked at me in disbelief. Obviously, she wouldn't believe my story., “Nothing happened.” “And you expect me to believe you?” She began to cry softly. Looking at the floor, she walked heavily and leaned against the door, dragging her body until she sat down. “You said you wouldn't see me because you wanted to concentrate on work!” I snorted silently, shrugging at her. “And that was exactly it!” I went to the closet to get some clean clothes. I grabbed a white cotton shirt and black sweatpants. I got dressed and continued talking, while changing clothes that still smelled strongly of cigarettes and whiskey for clean ones. “Elena, my love, do
RYAN BURKE I left the company at 20:00 that night, went home to take a shower, and did not find Morgana. Winnie told me she had gone out to dinner with a friend.My body felt an undercurrent of panic for a few seconds, but I relaxed my face and went upstairs. Today I would have dinner with Elena.I wouldn't feel bad for someone I don't love. Everything is fine. I wore a gray suit with a white shirt, a black tie, and dress shoes. I got in the car and headed toward Elena's apartment. She looked beautiful in a lilac dress, with a small slit on the side, a white heal that curved around her legs, a bracelet I gave her a few years ago, and her hair pinned to the side. Magnificent! I reached out to help her into the car. I tightened her belt, and we headed to the restaurant. When we arrived at the restaurant, some customers who were sitting recognized Elena. A slight commotion started, and they saw some flashes. After a few pictures, we sat down at a table. In the opposite corner, I saw M