Michael's pov - The sterile hospital room feels suffocating as we enter. The beeping of machines fills the air, reminding us of the fragility of life. My heart pounds in my chest as I approach the bed where my father lies, surrounded by an entanglement of wires and monitors. Abigail stands by my side, her presence offering a sense of stability amidst the chaos. My father's eyes flutter open, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he sees me. Relief washes over me, mingled with a deep sense of gratitude that he is still with us. After all these years, the guilt I've carried from that tragic accident resurfaces, but his presence reminds me that forgiveness can exist even in the face of unspeakable pain. In a feeble voice, my father beckons Abigail to his left side, a request that sends a jolt of confusion through both of us. As she hesitantly moves to his side, I try to process the words that escape his lips. "Please, get married." I freeze, my eyes widening in disbelie

Michael's pov - We share with Dad that we are okay with the wedding. He is so happy. Then he starts planning our wedding. It will be a grand wedding. He will invite everyone. Abigail and I are smiling seeing his excitement. What else do we need when he is so happy? As the days pass, the whirlwind of wedding preparations consumes everyone's attention. Plans are being made, guests are being invited, and the excitement in the air is palpable. Amidst the chaos, I steal glances at Abigail, observing her every move. It's clear that she's taken on more than she can handle, and I can't help but worry about her well-being. Unable to ignore my concerns any longer, I make up my mind and stride towards her, determined in my steps. Ignoring the whispers and curious glances from the staff and workers scattered around the living room, I reach out and gently lift Abigail into my arms. "Come on, Abigail," I say with a smile, "I think it's time you took a break." She blushes profusely, her cheeks t

Ema's pov- I watch as Michael strides towards Abigail, determination etched in every line of his face. His eyes are solely focused on her, oblivious to the world around him. And I, Ema, am left standing there, shattered into a thousand pieces. It's as if someone has taken a hammer to my heart, breaking it into fragments that can never be put back together. My eyes welled up with tears, but I quickly wiped them away, refusing to let anyone see my vulnerability. How could this happen? How could Abigail win him over without even realizing the game she was playing? All those dreams I had of Michael, all those sleepless nights spent imagining a life with him, they're nothing but ashes now. Jealousy courses through my veins like a venomous poison, consuming me from within. I've been by Michael's side for years, a constant presence in his life. We shared laughter, tears, and secrets. We were friends, confidantes, and I thought, just maybe, something more could blossom between us. But now,

Abigail's pov - As I get ready for the date that Michael asked for, a flurry of excitement and anticipation fills the air around me. Jack, my ever-reliable friend, is here to accompany me, ensuring that I reach the designated spot safely. The doorbell rings, and I eagerly rush to open it, finding Jack standing there with a bright smile. "Ready for your big night, Abigail?" he asks, his eyes reflecting the shared excitement. I nod, my heart beating rapidly. "I can't believe this is happening. Thank you for being here, Jack. Your support means the world to me." He grins. "No need to thank me, Abby. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Now, let's make this night unforgettable." With his encouraging words, I feel a surge of confidence washes over me. I slip into the red gown that Michael sent, admiring its elegant design and the way it accentuates my figure. Every detail has been carefully thought out, and I can't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Michael's thoughtfulness.

Abigail's pov - I stand before the mirror, taking in my reflection. The wedding gown I'm wearing drapes elegantly around me, the intricate lace and delicate beadwork adding a touch of ethereal beauty. My heart flutters with anticipation, wondering if Michael will love the way I look. After all, I want to be the best version of myself for him. He deserves nothing less than perfection. A gentle knock on the door interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to see Michael's father, Mr. Pattinson, entering the room with a warm smile. His presence instantly fills the space with a sense of love and familiarity. He takes a moment to appreciate my appearance, and I can't help but blush at his kind words. "Abigail, you look absolutely stunning," he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You are the second most beautiful bride I've ever seen." Curiosity piques within me, and I can't resist asking, "Oh, who is the first one?" Mr. Pattinson winks mischievously, his eyes twinkling with mirth.