RYAN BURKE She still wanted a divorce. I sighed tiredly. Even after this accident, even after everything I did to save her life. She still wants to leave me. And I can't allow that to happen! I don't want that to happen. Being close to her in this most critical moment, almost losing her to death, jolted me into thinking about what I feel for her. I sat on the couch beside her, continuing to review the latest company projects.Nearly two weeks away, and I needed to catch up to prepare for and take over the new projects. I received several insistent calls from Elena these days; she came here once last week. I didn't go out to talk to her and instructed James not to allow her approach. I know exactly what she wants from me.I couldn't accept her back into my life. If I did that, I could say goodbye to everything I was planning with Morgana. She would never be with me if I had any ties with Elena, and I can't take that risk now. I hope deep down that she understands. Morgana's brown eyes

Two weeks later, still in recovery. MORGANA FOSTER I didn’t feel comfortable with Ryan’s departure. In the past few days, he was solely occupied with the company. Sorya told me everything he did for me and how he stayed here to take care of me in the previous weeks. I noticed he was thinner; perhaps, focusing on nutrition wasn’t his priority. I felt foolish for not recognizing his effort, but I couldn’t let feelings bloom in my heart again. I needed to be sane to exit this relationship. We married for a contract, a sham marriage without emotions. However, I broke that rule in the first year, and he shattered my heart by consistently choosing Elena. So, why would I maintain having feelings now? Days in that hospital passed. Ryan had returned to the company and visited me a few times, more frequently when Elliot started coming after his shifts. After that day when he left for a meeting, he didn’t stay around much, always receiving mysterious calls and leaving. James visited me and

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

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

**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