All Chapters of A Second Chance with My Husband in the Past: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My shift had just ended, so I was leaving for home. I remember when I started my new internship; my home was in a place I didn’t like to go back to. The reason for this was my parents. Generally, people have dreams for their children’s bright futures and work hard for their better lives. However, in my family, my brother and I were merely seen as tools to fulfill our parents' dreams. This was primarily so that we could earn money and provide them with a comfortable life, allowing them to live in ease and luxury.They didn’t care about what my brother and I wanted. Our desires and aspirations seemed irrelevant to them. It felt like we were living our lives not for ourselves but for our parents’ expectations and ambitions. They imposed their dreams on us without considering our own wishes or the paths we wanted to take. This created a sense of frustration and helplessness, as we were constantly reminded that our worth was tied to our ability to provide for them, rather than pursuing our

Anastasia glared at me with fury, her voice rising in pain as she shouted, “What have you done?!” The crowd around us quickly gathered, drawn by her outburst. I wouldn’t lie; I felt a strange mix of calmness and satisfaction, but my mind was racing with thoughts about the ugly scar that had once marred my hand.“Bitch! I won’t let this go! Someone help me! This girl deliberately spilled hot coffee on me. I’m going to report you to the police; I will ruin you!” Her voice was sharp and filled with venom, echoing through the cafeteria.I snapped out of my thoughts, my heart racing. “What nonsense are you talking about? I didn’t do it on purpose; you’re responsible for this yourself!” I shot back, my voice steady despite the chaos.In the midst of our confrontation, Howard happened to be passing by, his attention caught by the commotion. He had heard Anastasia’s shouting and quickly made his way through the throng of people. As he approached, I could see the concern etched on his face, a

I returned to reality; I found myself standing in front of Mr. Carter's door. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped inside. The room was bright and sterile, filled with the faint scent of antiseptic. A nurse was present, and she looked up as I entered.“Mr. Carter’s vital signs and blood pressure are normal,” she informed me, her voice calm and professional. “Everything is stable for now.”I nodded, absorbing the information, and glanced over at Mr. Wendell, who was seated on the bed. knew what he wanted to say, but I had to maintain my composure as if this were all happening for the first time.With a smile, I approached Mr. Carter and asked, “So, how are you feeling, sir?”He turned his gaze towards me. Then, he addressed the nurse, “Could you please leave us alone for a while? I need to discuss something important with Doctor Volco.”The nurse nodded. She gave a slight bow of her head and exited the room, closing the door softly behind her.“Did you call for me?” I as

I knew I had to face my parents now. I was fully aware that I had disappointed them, and soon I'd have to confront them about it. But before that, I needed to settle a few things. I had sold my bike to pay back Mike, whose money my brother Brian had borrowed. Mike had been bullying Brian ever since he found out about the debt, and I promised Brian that I would take care of it. So, I did what I had to do.As I walked home on foot, returning the money, I spotted Brian standing in front of our house, looking anxious.“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite the anxiety bubbling inside me.“Someone came to meet Mom and Dad,” he replied, glancing back toward the house. His expression was a mix of concern and curiosity.“Who is it?” I pressed, my heart racing at the thought of unexpected visitors.Brian hesitated. “I don’t know. They just said it was important.”The knot in my stomach tightened. I took a deep breath, knowing that I had to prepare for whatever was comi

After my conversation with Mr. Carter, I stepped out of his hospital room, a smile gracing my lips. I felt a mix of relief and anticipation as I walked down the sterile corridor. Just as I reached the door, I caught sight of Howard standing there, his expression a blend of confusion and curiosity. I chose to ignore him, continuing on my way, the sound of my footsteps echoing against the tiled floor. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t look back as I made my exit.Inside the room, Mr. Carter leaned back against his pillows, his face lighting up as Howard entered. “Howard, it’s good that you’re here. You need to start preparing for the wedding,” he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm.Howard stepped closer, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean, Grandfather?” he asked, trying to piece together the situation.Mr. Carter’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Charlotte has agreed to the marriage, and I couldn’t be happier about it.”The moment the words registered, Howard