Morgana Foster I’m home, but I couldn’t sleep, despite being tired. Every time I closed my eyes, I ended up thinking about Ryan and the hot kiss we exchanged yesterday. Damn. I can’t give in to desires and let this feeling grow again. I huffed, throwing the pillow over my face, muffling a scream. Bethany had gone to the hospital, but before that, she came here and checked all my bandages, my medications. I want to repay her, and I know she won’t accept, but she deserves it for taking such good care of me. I looked outside the bed, and the crutches were on the side. I stretched, looking at the phone clock; it was already 9:00 am. Ryan should have already left for work, so I could go have my coffee. I walked slowly to the kitchen, got a shock seeing Ryan in a pink apron cooking, Winnie drinking a cup of coffee and chuckling softly at her boss. I sat at the table, watching the scene until they noticed my presence. “Oh, ma’am! Want some coffee?” Winnie said with na inviting and welco
ELLIOT SHARON Even after all these days away from Morgana, it feels like not a single day has passed. When she entered the hospital on the verge of an anaphylactic shock, and I had to stay calm to operate on her, what I feel for her became bigger and more intense. The tiny thread of hope of having her with me was enough not to give up. Up until today, of course, it was a platonic love, but I was determined to win her heart since she decided to divorce. I'm interrupted from my thoughts by Lucia, one of my interns. "Dr. Sharon?" I turned abruptly from the chair, facing her leaning against the wall holding a clipboard with patient records. I furrowed my eyebrows and rubbed my eyes, fixing my tangled hair. I had been on duty for a few hours, and it had just dawned; I was trying to nap, but in the past few days, I couldn't think of anything else in my free hours, only her. "We have to go through the postoperative visits today," she continued. "The others are waiting for you to join us
MORGANA FOSTER My heart was tired of being in the middle, only to be discarded every time Elena showed up. And now she would have plenty of reasons to show up here. I sighed, sadness enveloping me once again. Elliot hadn't responded to me all day, and honestly, all I wanted was for him to reply so we could talk. It's not like Bethany wasn't my best friend; of course, she was, but at this moment, I needed to talk to someone who would help me forget Ryan. Memories of the night we slept in the apartment invaded my mind, and it was undoubtedly the best one I had with him, how he made me feel special with just one kiss. For months, he harbored feelings for me, defended me during that awkward encounter at the "paper couple" dinner. And he always treated me well before that. He even attended my father's funeral. Come to think of it, from the beginning of the internship, he treated me very well. Was I the only crazy one who didn't notice? Winnie brought me lunch to the room when Ryan did
MORGANA FOSTER It was morning, and the shining sun illuminated through the open window. I could barely sleep properly the night before. All I wanted was to rid myself of this feeling; just sign the divorce. A simple piece of paper to nullify all this, and I could turn the page. Ryan's indecision was eating away at the depths of my soul, and he knew the power he still held over me. He knew I wouldn't leave if he didn't sign the papers. I just didn't want to be this foolishly in love woman anymore. That's all. Winnie entered the room humming and wishing me good morning. "Good morning, Winnie!" I said with the best smile. "Has Bethany already left for work?" "Miss Bethany left early today. Will you be going down for breakfast now?" "Soon!" I replied, stretching. "Has Ryan left?" "Oh! Mr. Burke left early. He said not to expect him for the day." "I see," I replied, feeling a bit more upbeat with her response. "Is James around? I have to go out in the afternoon." "I will make sure he
**Ryan Burke** Again, the shitshow of divorce. She was pressuring me to proceed with the process, and it deeply upset me. I won't give her the opportunity to leave. Is it selfish of me? Yes, it is. But I don't care. My heart screams for her. Maybe that's why I let her go two years ago, out of fear of how she could make me feel. I wanted to reclaim all the days I didn't have with her, but now I had this new problem with Elena that would make her stay in our lives forever. I sat on the couch, furrowing my brow, trying to regain some of my sanity. On one hand, I felt happy hearing the baby's heartbeat with Elena this morning, but I couldn't forget Morgana for anything. I want her with me. I want her to smile at me the way she smiled at that stupid doctor. I rested my head on the back of the couch. How much confusion I had under my shoulders. I heard knocks on the bedroom door and mumbled "come in," that's when James entered looking nervous and tired. My most loyal friend and employee
RYAN BURKE I exited the elevator when it stopped on the top floor, where my office was located. Juliana, my secretary, greeted me with a shy "good morning," like all the women in this building, she didn't know how to act around me. I chuckled at her reaction, making a small detour to grab the reports for the meeting. "Mr. Burke, there's a guy named Diego Sanders waiting for you in your office." "I heard Diego Sanders? What is he doing here?" I nodded and entered the room. Diego was a childhood friend, sent to Japan by his family to take care of business, and our contact had been sparse over the years. I walked into the room, which was large enough to have a small lounge area, and saw him sitting on the couch reading a magazine. "Ryan!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with enthusiasm as he stood up to give me a hug. "Long time!" "My God, you son of a bitch! It's been ages!" I replied, equally excited, guiding him back to the couch. "Is there a reason for your visit? Don't get me wro
MORGANA FOSTER Elliot dropped me off at the mansion after our conversation. Ryan's black Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance when we arrived. He opened the door as soon as Elliot turned off the car engine—perfect timing. I turned to Alessandra, undoing the seatbelt: "Could you go down in front, please?" She hesitated for a moment, looking at Ryan outside with a serious and closed expression. Then, she returned her gaze to me. I just nodded, and I saw her getting out. "Thanks for today; you're a great listener, Elliot." I said, biting my lip and pressing them slightly, a shy smile appearing on my face. "I'll always be here to listen to you, Morgana." He placed his hand under mine; his long, slender fingers tickled and radiated a friendly and warm heat. "Now I think you have a different problem to deal with." His fingers pointed to the window. My eyes widened slightly when I noticed Ryan standing next to the car door; he knocked on the window and muttered something I couldn't qu
MORGANA FOSTER I would do anything not to be in love with Ryan. All I had from him during this time were scars and hurts; he never respected our nominal relationship, not like I did, he never loved me. Why did he insist on not giving me a divorce? I couldn't stay there anymore. It stirred the wounds in my chest like a scalpel cutting through the skin for surgery. The bedroom door opened again, and his silhouette landed softly in front. His eyes were half-closed, staring at me in the chair with coldness. He approached, closing the door behind him. I lifted my eyes to face his perfectly sculpted face framed in perfectly styled hair on the side, swallowing some saliva that had accumulated. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to convey as much anger as possible. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a while. I could feel his accelerated breath and see his chest moving in the tight black shirt. He looked at me and shrugged. "Don't be so hostile," he said softly. "Could you not