Karina Wilson and Ethan Whitmore had been college sweethearts, who had promised to spend eternity together to prove the strength of their love. Karina has sacrificed her own career and an arranged match by her family to be with Ethan through thick and thin, but all that changes in one night when Ethan’s first love, Katharine, returns to the country and Karina realizes that for five years, Ethan had only considered Karina as a placeholder while he waited for his true love to return. Heartbroken and devastated, Karina returns to her home, agreeing to marry the man that her family had chosen for her. With her fiancé, Michael Hudson, she finally begins to understand the meaning of selfless love and starts to build her life anew. But with Ethan’s life crumpling, he finally realizes that Karina had been the reason he has managed to become who he was today. What happens when Ethan comes back into Karina’s life, begging for a second chance? Will Karina make the same mistake twice or will she finally choose to live for herself and the person who truly loves her?
View MoreKarina:The smell of roasting turkey and freshly baked pies wafted through the house as I paced in the kitchen, adjusting the final touches to the Thanksgiving spread. The large, open-concept living room was filled with warmth—literally and figuratively. The fire crackled in the stone fireplace, and outside, the last bits of autumn leaves were falling from the trees, as though the world itself was preparing for the holiday.I stood at the counter, stirring the mashed potatoes, my hands moving almost automatically as my mind wandered. It felt surreal sometimes, looking around at this life we’d built. The mansion—our mansion—was full of love and laughter. Michael and I had come so far from those dark days, and now, we had everything I could ever dream of. And it wasn't just the material things. It was the warmth of family, the way Mark’s giggles echoed through the halls, the soft kisses Michael left on my cheek when he thought no one was looking.“Mom!” Mark’s voice broke me from my tho
Karina:**Three days** That’s how long Michael had been unconscious. Three long, unbearable days of waiting, watching, and hoping. I sat beside his bed, my fingers curled tightly around his hand as if my touch alone could bring him back to me. The rhythmic beeping of the monitors filled the silent hospital room; each sound was both a comfort and a torment. He was alive, yes, but he hadn’t woken up. And that terrified me more than anything. The doctors assured me that his vitals were stable, that the operation had been a success, and that it was only a matter of time before he woke up. “His body has been through a lot,” they told me. “He just needs to rest.” But what if something was wrong? What if he never opened his eyes again? I shook my head, trying to push away the fear clawing at my chest. No. He had to wake up. He had to. I ran my thumb over the back of his hand, staring at his peaceful face. He looked so serene, as if he were simply caught in a deep, dreamless sleep. But
Karina:The hospital waiting room was unbearably cold. Or maybe it was just me. I sat there, gripping my dress, my fingers clenched around the blood-stained fabric as I stared at the doors of the operating room. Time dragged, each second stretching endlessly. My heart pounded with every passing moment, my stomach twisted into knots so tight I could barely breathe. Michael was in there. Fighting. I shut my eyes, willing myself to stay strong. But the image of him collapsing in my arms, the warmth of his blood seeping into my hands, refused to leave my mind. “Karina.” I jolted at the sound of Kyle’s voice. He crouched in front of me, his expression serious but reassuring. “Ethan’s been taken into custody.” His voice was firm, final. “He’s been charged with attempted murder. He won’t ever come near you again.” I swallowed, barely feeling the relief I should have. “He got life in prison,” Kyle added. “You’re safe now.” Safe. The word felt strange. How could I feel safe when Mich
Karina:The moment I saw the gun pointed at me, I knew. This was why I had felt uneasy all day. The lingering dread in my chest, the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong—this was it. Ethan’s hand trembled slightly as he pointed the weapon at me, his eyes wild with desperation. The room seemed to freeze in time. My breath caught in my throat, my body locked in place. “Ethan, put it down,” my father’s voice rang out, firm and controlled, but I could hear the edge of fear beneath it. Michael shifted beside me, stepping forward, his posture protective. “You don’t want to do this.” But Ethan wasn’t listening. He was too far gone, his mind clouded with rage and regret. His finger hovered over the trigger. Then everything happened at once. Kyle lunged forward, my mother and Alyssa screamed, and the wedding guests erupted into panic. Security burst into motion, rushing toward Ethan, but before they could reach him, he fired the first shot. The deafening crack shattere
Karina:The ceremony felt like a dream, a moment suspended in time. As I stood beside Michael, our hands intertwined, my heart swelled with emotion. The priest’s voice was calm and steady as he guided us through our vows, and every word felt like a promise etched into my soul. Michael’s gaze never wavered, his warm eyes full of love and certainty. When he said, *"I do,"* his voice was strong, unwavering. My own response came just as naturally, just as sure. *This is it,* I thought. *This is my forever.* The priest’s voice rang out again. “If anyone has any objections to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” I turned to Michael with a soft smile, expecting nothing but silence. Then the doors burst open. A collective gasp filled the room as heads whipped around to the sudden commotion. My heart lurched at the sound, and before I could even process what was happening, a familiar voice rang through the venue. “I object!” The air grew thick, suffocating, as Ethan storm
Karina:Before I knew it…the day had finally arrived when Michael and I were to become man and wife. The best day of my life…and yet, my stomach twisted into a knot as if in foreboding.I stared at my reflection, smoothing my hands down the embroidered fabric of my dress for what must have been the hundredth time. The delicate white lace shimmered under the soft lighting, intricate floral patterns trailing down the bodice and melting into the full, flowing skirt. It was a dress straight out of a dream—my dream. And yet, I couldn’t shake the tight knot in my stomach. The venue was perfect. The flowers were arranged just as I had imagined—soft ivory roses mixed with blush peonies, lining the aisle with elegance. The scent of fresh blooms filled the air, blending with the warm aroma of the carefully prepared wedding feast waiting in the reception hall. Every little detail had been planned to perfection. So why did I feel like something was about to go wrong? I swallowed hard, my finge
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