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

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

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

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 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