~AdamI woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm. I rolled over and groggily reached for my phone to turn it off. As I did, I saw the date on the screen. It was the day Charlotte was supposed to be discharged from the hospital.I sat up, my heart racing. I took a deep breath and got out of bed.As I walked into the hospital, the receptionist at the front desk smiled at me. "Mr. Morgan, it's good to see you," she said. "How are you doing?""I'm fine, thanks," I said, with confidence. "How's Charlotte?""She's doing well," the receptionist said, her voice full of compassion. "You can go up to her room now. The nurses will be able to give you more information."I nodded and headed for the elevator. I got out of the elevator and walked down the hall to Charlotte's room. As I approached the door, I saw it was cracked open, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. I paused, taking a deep breath, and then I knocked softly."Come in," I heard Charlotte's voice from inside th
~CharlotteA week after returning home from the hospital, I was finally starting to feel like myself again. I was eating well, sleeping well, and enjoying the company of Adam. Ephraim has become a new friend to me. He was such a sweet boy, and I loved spending time with him.One afternoon, Ephraim and I were playing a game in the living room when we heard the front door open. Adam walked in, and his face lit up when he saw us."I see you two are having fun," he said, his voice full of love."We are!" I said, my voice bubbly with excitement. "Ephraim is such a sweetheart, and he's such a good sport. He's been so patient with me as I've been getting back to normal."Ephraim beamed at the compliment, and Adam looked at me with pride in his eyes. "I'm so glad you two are getting along so well," he said. "It means the world to me."I smiled, feeling my heart swell with happiness. "It means the world to me, too," I said.Adam's face grew serious. "We have a lot to do today," he said. "We
~Charlotte After a long and exhausting day at work, I slumped into my bed, my hair covering my face. I drifted into sleep, completely oblivious to the fact that I still had my shoes and clothes on. My peaceful rest was abruptly disrupted by the chime of my phone. Swiftly, I reached for it to check the message. The sender was an unknown number, but the message simply said, "Hey, babe, I'm back. Let's meet at Morgan Guest house. I have a surprise for you." I was surprised, "Why would Dylan text me with a different line? Could he have lost his phone?" I thought to myself. Anyway, that doesn't matter. All I care about now is seeing the love of my life, whom I hadn't seen in nearly a year. Dylan had planned to propose to me earlier last year, but along the way, he traveled to England for his master's degree with a promise to propose upon his return. Filled with excitement, I eagerly texted back, "Can't wait to see you too, honey," I exclaimed with a radiant smile on my face. Yawning
~ Charlotte "Are you two not ashamed of yourselves?" Adam said with a cold, demeaning tone as his driver gently pushed him into the room. "Clap for yourselves." I turned my gaze toward the source of the voice and noticed a wheelchair parked by the room door. Dylan's body trembled as he recognized the familiar voice. Eleanor , too, was stunned by the furious outburst, her eyes widening in disbelief. It was Adam ! Her fiancé had returned unexpectedly early! Seated in the wheelchair was a man with short hair and piercing eyes beneath thick eyebrows that gleamed with intensity. He glared angrily at the scene unfolding before him. "Why are you here?" Dylan's mouth twitched as he stood there awkwardly, uncertain of what to do. He had always harbored a slight fear of Adam , and now, with the added guilt of wrongdoing, he felt even more ashamed. Adam's gaze turned cold as he scrutinized his brother and Eleanor , who was dressed in a man's shirt. His eyes then shifted to the cake and t
~Charlotte "The man I love is with your fiancée, and if I marry you, don't you think this is too dramatic?" I couldn't find words to describe my emotions at this moment. It all just seemed incredibly implausible.. "You only need to tell me your decision," Adam responded, retracting his gaze. A newfound resolve flickered in his eyes, a determination he had never displayed before. "I won't marry you! I don't love you at all. Why should I marry you?" I blurted out without hesitation. "You love him. So, as long as you marry me, you can see him every day! My legs are already paralyzed. Even if you marry me, I won't be able to touch you. We'd only have a nominal relationship! I just can't accept this. Can you tolerate a situation like that?" I blurted out. Adam gazed at me with an icy stare. I found myself at a loss for words. Like any ordinary person, I had blood, flesh, and feelings. But I had also been deeply hurt by the man I had once loved so dearly. How could I possibly cont
~ Charlotte Hearing the disconnected tone, I sighed, and suddenly tears cascaded down my cheeks. I couldn't believe the love of my life had turned into my enemy, someone I had to deal with. How cruel the world can be. As I attempted to wipe away the tears in my eyes, my phone was abruptly snatched from my hand. I turned to the man beside me, observing as he skillfully entered a series of numbers on the phone's screen. "What are you doing?" "This is my phone number. I've saved it for you! If you ever need anything in the future, feel free to give me a call!" Adam shared his number and used my phone to dial his own. He then handed the phone back to me. I quietly placed it in my bag without a glance, then turned my attention to the view outside, my thoughts in a whirl. The car pulled up swiftly in front of an upscale shopping mall. Arthur assisted Adam into a wheelchair, and I exited the car, joining them. As i gazed at the shopping mall ahead, I was puzzled why Adam had brought
~Adam Dylan entered with Eleanor, hand in hand. I observed them with frustration, but as the older brother, I suppressed my anger, maintaining my pride and ego. "I'll be in my room," I informed Albert, wheeling away from the two betrayers by my side. Dylan appeared shocked, mouth agape, while Eleanor struggled to conceal the shame of entangling herself with two brothers. I gave them a stern gaze as I prepared to leave. My grandfather, Albert, called after me as I walked away. "Adam, wait. What's happening? Why are you marrying Charlotte and not Eleanor?" He turned to Dylan, "What's going on?" No response from Dylan. Albert halted me and inquired, "Why is Dylan holding hands with Eleanor in a disturbing manner? What's happening?" I met his gaze and replied, "Dylan and Eleanor betrayed my trust. I believe Dylan is in a better position to answer your question ." I left without further explanation. The next morning, thoughts of visiting Charlotte's mother filled my mind. I quickly
~ Charlotte My heart was pounding as I watched the two black jeeps pull up beside us. I turned to look at Adam, expecting to see him looking as concerned as I was, but to my surprise, he was completely calm, almost nonchalant. In fact, he even seemed to be enjoying the situation. As the man from the jeep got out, Adam laughed and greeted him warmly. "What's up, buddy?" he said, shaking hands with the man. "How's the family?" I could only stare in disbelief. I thought we were being attacked. Adam turned to me with a smile on his face, "It's all fine. These guys are my friends from the military. That's how we greet each other, it's just a thing we do. I promise you, you're perfectly safe." He said smiling. I smiled back at him, with my heart still pounding in my chest. "It's fine", I said, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Adam turned his gaze to his friends. "Your rooms have been prepared in the mansion," please make yourselves c