Morgana Foster We arrived at the apartment. Bethany came down to help me lead Elliot to the bedroom. She was wearing funny pajama bottoms from the bananas in pajamas we bought at a thrift store. It was really fun when we used them together. Her incredulous expression, seeing Elliot's condition, turned funny as she got closer. “Oh, My God!”, She said, supporting his arm on her shoulders, ''How much did he drink?'' “About five bottles of wine.”, I said, supporting the other arm and walking to the elevator, “He got into a silly alcohol dispute with Ryan.” “Oh, no!” She wobbled a little under his weight. “Did you meet Ryan on your date with Elliot?” “Not only him, Elena was there too!” I used my support body for her to get up, and we continued walking, “Elliot suggested some help. We pretended to be on a romantic date, but everything went downhill quickly because of Ryan's jealousy and desire for control!” “It had to be the bloody paper husband!” “I know you don't like him very muc
Morgana FosterWhen he finished putting on the T-shirt, the muscles were tight, fitting perfectly and nostalgically within it. Now he looked like one of my teenage crushes. I stood there, unable to take my eyes off that delicious body. He walked gracefully and leaned against the wall in front of me."Oh, heavens," I whispered.He teased with a mischievous smile. The shirt is tight on broad shoulders, bringing a youthful vibe."Are you staying or going?" approaching slowly, my eyes following every move like a hawk. Leaning against the wooden door. One of his hands touched my face, leaving an electric trail, "Honestly, I'd like you to stay, but the choice is yours."His fingers played with the exposed skin of my neck. Looking deep into his eyes and the plump, prominent mouth. But I couldn't.I wanted to. I wanted it badly. Screw Ryan.An impulse later, his lips were already pressed against mine. Sucking and sucking every part of my mouth and tongue as if he could dominate me right there.
ELENA KYLIEHe was feeling jealous of her, and it hurt. At my door, I asked him to come in, and with an unfriendly look, he entered. I locked the door behind me, summoning the courage to face the inevitable, but I wouldn’t be at the mercy of his desires. I accepted their marriage because he had no feelings for her, and it was just a necessary involvement that kept me comfortable. “Elena, out of respect for all these wonderful years we’ve been together, I want to be completely honest,” he said, sitting in the armchair near the door. I knew what he would say next, and I felt my body burn. “I don’t think I’m the right person to be with you right now.” “When?” I asked. He looked down, sighing. I clicked my tongue but kept my face devoid of emotion. My face burned, and tears slowly streamed down even without expressing the pain it caused me. “You like her, don’t you? Morgana? That’s why you avoided being with her.” “I can’t deny or confirm anything right now, but I can’t stay in a rela
MORGANA FOSTERI entered the room, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't believe Ryan's hypocrisy. I had loved him for three years of my life, and now that I found someone nice, he tells me he broke up with Elena because he likes me. Ridiculous!"I'm a joke to fate, that's all!" - I thought, laughing at my misery.I entered the bathroom, my head buzzing with emotions. I touched my lips, feeling traces of his kiss still there. Damn."He had to kiss me? This makes things so complicated." I murmured, staring at the wall dampened by steam. "Now I have two problems boiling in my head: Elliot and Ryan."The sound of falling water was soothing; it helped a lot to calm my head and the whirlwind of emotions from the last twenty-four hours. I left the shower, drying my hair with a towel, and saw Ryan sitting on my bed, calm and serene, as if it were his natural habitat.I hadn't put on any clothes yet, only the robe and lingerie I had taken to the bathroom. Certainly, now, I wouldn't change cl
ELLİOT SHARONThe morning was calm in the emergency room. No surgeries so far, just a few people with minor abrasions and burns. It was a little past eight in the morning when the sirens blared; a trauma case was on its way. It was going to be one of those days.I rushed, donning my apron, alongside some of my interns, waiting for the paramedics to descend and present the case."What do we have?" I asked as the paramedic stepped out of the ambulance, preparing to lower the stretcher."Car accident," one of the paramedics replied. "White woman, 23 years old, 1.62 cm, 68 kg. Head trauma, exposed fracture in the left leg, abrasions on the arms, and bruises on the abdomen. She was pulled from the wreckage; it's a miracle she's still alive. The driver wasn't in the car when we arrived."A cold sweat dripped down my face when I saw that the patient was Morgana. I was paralyzed, a sense of panic coursing through me. For the first time, I didn't know what to do. Her hands were bloody and cold
RYAN BURKE I was interrupted in the middle of a meeting by one of the assistants knocking insistently on the door. "Come in," I said, furrowing my brow and showing my total dissatisfaction with the interruption.She entered trembling, walking stumblingly."Sir, a man is calling from a hospital," she said with a faltering voice. "He said you're the emergency contact for a patient there."Hospital? Who would be calling me?"Which hospital?" I furrowed my brow intrigued."San Rose, sir," she replied shakily. "Connect the call.", I replied calmly and she released the air trapped in her throat. She left, and the phone beside me almost immediately rang. The little doctor from the other night was on the line, disgust filled the air. Then he said Morgana had been in an accident. I felt my veins chill. My wife was in trouble and depended on me. Screw the meeting.I stood up, apologized, and left the room as quickly as I could. I looked at the assistant and asked her to cancel all the appoint
RYAN BURKEAfter dealing with the formalities, she suggested I go home to get some rest. She argued that Morgana would feel better knowing I was taking care of myself.I accepted her suggestion but chose to stay at the hospital instead. I walked through the empty corridors, reflecting on how my life had changed in a matter of hours.It was almost night when two doctors came to give me updates. My body was tense and tired. I couldn't leave for anything, not even to drink water or use the bathroom. I just needed news about her health."Mr. Burke?" the doctor said."Yes," I replied, rubbing my face to ward off sleep."I am Doc. Jordana Mikael; I performed one of your wife's surgeries. It was hours of surgery; we had a small complication, but now she is sedated and stable." she said calmly."Complication?" I furrowed my brows, feeling agony filling my chest. "She's going to be okay, right?""It's too early to say," she replied in a gentle and solemn tone. "The postoperative period will tel
Twelve days laterMORGANAI opened my eyes, trying to process the surroundings. The lights were bright, and I heard beeps from the heart monitor echoing in the room. A strong buzzing in my ears. I woke up with a headache, probably the effect of the anesthesia wearing off. A taste of blood invaded my throat, and my hands and arms had all kinds of venous accesses. One of my legs was suspended and bandaged, and my abdomen was also wrapped and sore.I didn't die in the accident, but that didn't mean I was okay. I moved my eyes, mapping everything, and saw Sorya lying on the sofa nearby. Then I knew I was safe. I tried to move in bed without success, and I saw the door open with Ryan's toned body appearing. His eyes were staring at me, his beautiful blue eyes wide, as dark and distant as I remembered.I wasn't sure how many days had passed. He walked alongside the bed and held my hand; his fingers were warm and comforting. I tried to smile, but I wasn't sure of the effect it had."You woke