Summer’s Point of ViewI was stunned as the little lights above us illuminated his sharp features and the coldness in his eyes. The night and Steven seemed aligned so well. He was like an Alpha of Night that many women would crave to have.Undoubtedly, his argument regarding the meaning of “help” was persuasive. It was a word that shouldn’t be thrown around casually. I firmly believe that when someone offered assistance, they expect you would be forever indebted to them. Consequently, if they were to cause you harm later on, you would not only feel guilt but also the burden of the favour you owe them.So if I had to choose between asking for help or suffering, I would always choose the latter. On the other hand, it was surprising he knew this behaviour of mine. Given that he often acted as though he was not my husband and I was not his wife.After a moment of contemplation, I let out a deep sigh and nodded in agreement. I looked into his eyes, trying to convey my disappointment with t

Summer’s Point of ViewMy heart was beating so fiercely like a stampede of horses galloping through it. With every tick of the clock, I could feel my breaths becoming shallower and faster while my palms were becoming slick with sweat. As I watched the doorknob turn, my heart burned with anticipation. Slowly, the door creaked open, and I braced myself for what was to come. But then, as I saw who entered the room, it was as if a hundred thorns were suddenly plucked from my chest.At first, I assumed it was Steven who arrived, but to my surprise, it was Nana Tere who came carrying baskets of food. “Missus Carter, eat your breakfast and then take your medicine.”After placing her belongings on a nearby table, she turned to face me. However, upon catching sight of the man standing beside me, her eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry,” she said, her tone slightly guarded. “I didn’t know you had a visitor.”To prevent any misunderstandings, I extended my palm to introduce them to each other. I wanted to

Summer’s Point of ViewAs the afternoon sun beat down on the window, another visitor came.“Celine!” As soon as she entered, I greeted her with joy. However, my happiness turned to sorrow when I noticed how much weight she had lost. Upon further examination, I observed bruises and wounds all over her body, causing me to feel guilty. “I’m sorry,” I said, unable to contain my remorse.With a shake of her head, she hurried to my side and took my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze before offering me a smile. “You have no fault, so you have nothing to apologise for,” she reassured me. Then, she scanned me and asked in a modest tone, “What happened to you? Why are you here in the hospital again?”In order to prevent her from worrying, I put on a smile and lied. “It’s nothing serious, just a fever. The doctor told me it’s normal considering I was in a car accident. Please don’t worry about me.”She stared at me as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Missus Carter, you’re lying. I know the tru

Summer’s Point of View“Then, what is it?” He loosened his necktie without taking his eyes off me.Taking a deep breath, I looked deeply into his ocean eyes that devoid of nothingness. “Before I answer that, I want to clarify everything,” I began, my voice steady but with a hint of apprehension. “I know I did a lot of bad things in my past, and even though I don’t remember all of that yet, I already regret it a lot.” I paused, feeling the weight of my words as my eyes searching for understanding. “And even though I desire to change and correct everything, I don’t have a time machine to do that.” “I’m glad you’re aware of that,” he commented coldly.I nod, feeling genuine remorse for my past actions. “And despite my mistakes, I am grateful that you never wished for me to die—”Before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted me, his voice laced with fury. “Then why did you keep insisting I wanted you to die?” he bellowed, causing my ears to ring with the force of his words. “Who tol

Summer's Point of ViewDespite his sarcastic tone, I tried to remain positive and not let it affect our conversation. Instead of looking at him, my focus was on the table, where the empty pasta box he had brought me sat. As I admired the gift, I couldn’t help but wonder how I could capture his undivided attention. I wanted him to be at my beck and call, always ready to bring me food and answer my every request. I longed for him to behave like a devoted husband, willing to do anything to please me.As I shifted my eyes back to him, my eyes scanned his face, taking in the slight crease in his forehead and the lift of one eyebrow. His features were flawlessly chiseled, radiating a striking aura from every angle. I couldn’t help but wonder if this man had saved the world in a past life, as he seemed to be blessed with an incredible stroke of luck in this present one. His chiseled features were so captivating that a loud clearing of the throat was needed to snap me back to reality. I coul