"Dr. Red. Ambulance is on its way with two incoming. A male and a female. Badly injured. Dr. Orth will be taking over the female, as she is in worse shape. You'll need to prepare a room for the male." That moment altered Rosalind Red's life forever. The man brought into her hospital was none other than James Wood, heir of Wood Industries, and Rosa's father's rival company. Unknowing to Rosa, James was also an Alpha to a pack that had just been destroyed. The woman brought in with him that night was none other than his mate, Marina. Rosalind Red was raised blissfully unaware of the supernatural world. When James awoke from a coma; Rosa was hooked. It was love at first sight. James' grandfather gave him an ultimatum to take over the family company; Get married, settle down, and have kids. The only problem.... His mate lay in a coma and wasn't improving. Rosalind propositioned James in the hopes that time would make him feel the connection that she couldn't explain. But after three years; Marina woke up from her coma, shaking the very ground that Rosalind and James' marriage was built on.
View MoreToday marks the three-year anniversary of her coma. The woman my husband loves. The. Woman. My. Husband. Loves.
It also happens to be my birthday. What an unfortunate coincidence.
I’m unsure of all of the details, as James has barely spoken of his time before me or his time with Marina, but his true love saved him from some form of brutal attack that killed almost his entire family.
The doctor that I was shadowing at the time took the woman, as she was barely breathing and I took the man, who despite all of his wounds, was almost stable.
It was a miracle.
Something about this man felt like we knew each other. The familiarity was undeniable, like how I would imagine love it first sight. I tended to his wounds for a week before he’d finally woken up and the moment I saw those bright green eyes, I was hooked.
I’ve never been the type of woman to fall head over heels for a man. Hell, my father made it impossible for me to even date. No one would be good enough for the heir of Red Pharmaceutical. I was to be wedded only to the best, most eligible bachelor.
A man fit for royalty like myself, my father would say.
I was busying myself taking notes on James' progress when his grandfather began speaking.
"You need to settle down, boy," he'd muttered. "It's time you let go of the past and move forward. The CEO position is yours if you'd just find happiness in a safer, simpler life. Get married, have little ones, and live. Truly live."
His grandfather's tone was authoritive, but also laced with a hint of sadness.
"I'll make you a deal. Find someone. Anyone but her, and the position is yours," his grandfather had said.
James had argued, but ultimately agreed and I knew what I had to do.
It was supposed to be simple; I offered to marry James so that he gets what he wants, and in return, I get him.
But his stipulation was that I offer my services to his one true love, Marina. The other woman.
We wedded in a massive ceremony fit for a Queen, though it was far from personal. My mother handpicked everything, all the way down to my dress. Which was hideous. Nothing was how I would have liked it to be, but I didn’t dare object.
Mother wanted everything to be white. The dress, the shoes, the jewelry. Even the damned flowers. It was so washed out.
“It’s better for pictures,” she’d say, “The magazines will love this.”
Not to mention the entire spectacle looked to be irritating James to his core.
Our faces were plastered on every newspaper for weeks. Each one speaking of true love and the official end to a lifelong feud between the Red’s and the Wood’s.
The moment the ceremony ended; James skipped out on the reception to remain by Marina’s side. It shattered my heart, but I walked into this with understanding that I would have to fight for his attention.
At the time, I didn't know just how much.
That’s where James remains now. Plastered by her bedside, grasping onto her hand like somehow the warmth will bring her back to him. Like he truly believes that his touch will cure her.
It’s envious. Some days, I watch him and wonder what it would be like to be Marina. To be shown that level of love and dedication from a man like James Wood.
I’ve watched him from the sidelines brush out her long, chocolate brown hair. I’ve watched him apply ChapStick to her lips, so that when she woke up, it would be one less thing for her to worry about. He massaged her feet and legs when they grew cold from poor circulation and slept on the floor next to her medical bed every night since the three of us moved into this home.
He pays me no mind, though I’m sure he knows I’m watching. It seems he always knows when I’m watching. Like the presence of his wife is intruding on the presence of his true love.
To him, I am simply a caretaker and the key to his inheritance. Without me, his grandfather would never have agreed to sign the company over.
Chewing on my bottom lip, I contemplate whether or not to ask him to join me for dinner. It’s my birthday after all, but my mouth couldn’t formulate the words.
Today is her day. Their day as I see it.
He stood, lingering next to her bedside before turning towards me, “I’ve got some things I need to take care of. I expect you’ll have her massage and sponge bath finished before I return.”
“Do you think after I’m finished, we could celebrate?”
I was met with an angry glare, “You’re serious?” he scoffed, staring into my pleading eyes, “How could you possibly want to celebrate anything while she lays in a coma? Have you gone mad?” James snarls, his tone harsh and filled with anger.
His voice raised as he continued, making me flinch, “It would do you good to show half an ounce of sympathy. You want to celebrate your fucking birthday while she is confined to this bed." James pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "Pathetic."
James didn’t wait for a response before he brushed past me on his way down the hall. The sound of his office door slamming was my signal to begin.
Walking towards the bed, I held back tears. I hated the woman that lay unconscious below me. I didn’t need to know her to know that I loathed her existence. She was the woman who owned my husband's heart.
The heart that I wanted to call my own.
I thought with time he’d see me. Not just with his eyes but feel that undeniable connection that I feel.
I’m not giving up. Not to her. Not to anyone.
After the massage, I cleaned Marina up, taking care to gently redress her, and change out her pillows.
James had demanded they be washed and replaced once a week after he noticed a divot forming after she lay on the same one for ten days.
“Won’t make that mistake again,” I muttered under my breath as I grabbed the pillow from the floor, taking one last glance at Marina before heading down the steps to eat the small cupcake I’d purchased for myself.
After roughly wiping the tears from my face, I leaned over the counter to blow out my singular candle, James’ angry shouts made my feet move on instinct.
“What’s going on?” I flinched as I rushed into Marina’s room.
My eyes widened as I saw her body thrashing wildly on the bed. Grabbing my stethoscope, I kneeled next to her, checking her pulse. Her heart rate was too high. Her skin was cool to the touch but sweat spilled from her pores.
Swallowing hard, I raised my eyes to meet James’.
He was glaring at me, “The ambulance is on the way. If I find out you harmed a single hair on her head,” he growled, “I will make sure you regret it.”
Tears blurred my vision as I watched the paramedics wheel Marina away. How could he think I had anything to do with it? I’ve played my part as the dutiful wife and caretaker. I may hate her because she has the one thing that I want but hurting her would go against my ethical code.
I am a doctor for God’s sake. My job is to heal, not cause harm.
And what would I gain from hurting her? The outside world knows nothing of our agreement.
They see the niceties between the two of us when we are forced to parade around in public. They see the loving looks that he’s learned how to fake so well.
What they don’t see is my breaking heart.
They can’t see the truth in my eyes while I watch his every move. The love that I feel every single time that we're near each other. He’s like a black hole, sucking me in and I’d gladly get lost within his orbit.
It's just too bad that I'm the only one who feels it.
One Year Later“I’ll never get over seeing you like this,” Shawn wrapped his arms around my body, his hands smoothing over the growing bump that used to be my toned stomach. “And this dress makes you look even more ravishing.”My cheeks heated as he thrust his hips against my backside to show just how much he actually enjoyed seeing me swollen with his child. Six months ago, I found out we were pregnant. Fear gripped my soul at the prospect of becoming a mother, mostly because this came out of left field. We’d been married for six months, and hadn’t been actively trying, but life seems to have a way of paving the way for surprises. “Later,” I peck his cheek, bringing my thumb up to wipe away the light red stain from my lipstick, “We are going to be late.”“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shawn stood up straight, adjusting his tie, while I smoothed out the bunching in my glittering red dress. He wore a black suit with a matching red tie, and we were about to be going to our first G
How?I stare at the card on the ground. Scribbled letters stare back at me in writing that I’d never forget. I memorized the way his pen strokes over paper. I can see where he wrote softer versus where the pen dug deeper into the cardstock.Our door was still closed, but I didn’t know how much time I had before Shawn returned.My heart was in my throat as I reached for the card, staring at the words written inside until my eyes blurred.Rosa, I am not writing you this to hurt you more than I already have, and as you already know, I’m not very good at articulating my feelings. I hope you’ll understand what I’m trying to say despite knowing that this will be a string of words that probably won’t make sense by the time I’m finished. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, nor do I expect it. I realized after Marina and I destroyed your wolf that I had made the wrong decision. I knew that Marina had used a powerful spell on me, and I didn’t care. I allowed the anger and pain from
I let out an emotional chuckle, fighting the urge to cry.“I remember the first time you and I met. Chris practically dragged me over to your house to hang out, but I was terrified. The thought of being with someone famous made my skin feel itchy. I was just a poor kid with a shitty family life, and I was walking into a pristine mansion. But the moment I walked through those doors, your pale blue eyes, that reminded me of the sky when you look at it through the clouds, met mine, and you said, “You look like you could use some tea.”I let out another laugh, the memory coming back to me like it was yesterday.“You grabbed my hand and dragged me to your bedroom, ignoring Chris’ shouts, and pushed me into one of your chairs beside Mr. Giggles and Sir Pounce-A-Lot. We spent two hours talking over imaginary tea like we were old friends,” Shawn looked up towards the sky, his throat bobbing before returning his gaze to mine. “I didn’t know why I wanted so badly to have a tea party every day f
Two Years LaterThree years ago, my ex-husbands mistress woke up from a coma. Three years ago, I asked James Wood for a divorce. Three years ago, my life changed drastically. I fell apart, picked myself up, rinse, and repeat. But today; I’m healing. “You look so beautiful,” Chris’ girlfriend Sienna covers her mouth with both of her hands. Her chocolate brown eyes shimmer with tears, and mine instantly well with my own. Fanning my face, I take a deep breath, “Is this real? I still don’t think it’s real.”“Girl,” she steps closer to me, placing her hands against my arms, and spinning me around to look in the mirror. My hair has grown back out, even longer than before and falls just below my breasts. It’s finally back to blonde, but I keep a shadow root to remind myself of the hell I’ve overcame. A small nod to the time I spent in that cabin pretending to be someone else. I chose a subtle smokey eye for a more natural look. Warm browns bring out my blue eyes, highlighting the flecks
Chris is whistling in the kitchen, the aroma of coffee making my mouth water as I step into the open living room. Shawn came out first, walking down to the bathroom for a quick shower. “Coffee?” Chris already has a mug prepared, offering it out to me, “They didn’t have the creamer you liked when I was at the market. I hope you don’t mind plain vanilla.”It wasn’t my favorite, but I couldn’t complain much. “It’s fine,” I grabbed the mug, lifting it to my lips to bid myself an extra few seconds. “Thank you.”“If only I’d have bought ear plugs instead of that creamer,” he shakes his head, sighing dramatically.I choke, sputtering coffee over the side of the mug, and my hand, “You… You heard all that?”Chris sits his mug on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, “Unfortunately so. The walls in this place are thinner than a fucking sheet of tissue paper. I’m half tempted to file a formal complaint against the builder.” I snort. I had heard Chris watching porn a few times through
I wake to the feeling of eyes on me. My heart begins to palpitate, and panic seizes me. “Rosie,” I hear the faint sound of a voice, but I’m terrified to open my eyes. “I don’t want to go back,” I whisper, feeling emotion clog my throat. “Please.”“Rosie, it’s me,” Shawn’s voice filters through the panic, and I quickly throw my head over my shoulder. It takes a few minutes for my heart rate to slow as I lock eyes with Shawn. Memories of last night hit me like a freight train, and the panic settles beneath my skin once more, but it’s different. I’m safe, and that’s what matters. “What’s going on, baby?” Shawn’s fingers hesitate before he reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I thought he found me,” my voice breaks. “Hey,” Shawn’s fingers cup my chin, holding it with such delicacy, “He won’t get to you again. I’ll make sure of it. You don’t have to worry anymore. I won’t hesitate next time.”“I hate that he still has this effect on me.”“There is no timetable to hea
Another growl bubbles from his chest as he scoops me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and my heart nearly jackhammering out of my chest. I’ve dreamed of this moment since puberty. Maybe not this exact scenario, but Shawn wanting me. His lips on me. And I as I grew older, those innocent desires turned into something more sensual. The first time I ever touched myself was to the thought of this man who has his lips pressed against my throat. My back hits the thick quilt covering my bed, and I whimper as Shawn pulls away, looking down at me with a mixture of longing and fear in his eyes. “Are you sure about this?” his voice is bathed in fear, and I can practically see how fast his heart is beating from the pulse point on his throat. “Make me forget him, Shawn.” My voice is low and hoarse. “I want you.”“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words?” Shawn hisses through gritted teeth, his strong body hovering over mine. My fingers found the hem of his shirt, slowly lift
“You have to be kidding me,” Chris groans at Shawn, his face twisting with annoyance. Flour clings to almost every surface, and the kitchen is going to need a deep clean, but this is the most fun I’ve had in months. It’s my life by Bon Jovi blares from the small radio set up on the countertop. “What?” Shawn shimmies his shoulders. “This is a classic, sir. You not enjoying it is just a sign of your bad taste.”“My tastes are modernly defined,” he narrows his eyes.“That’s just a fancy way of saying they’re crap.”“Says you,” he waggles a finger in my direction. A bowl of brownie batter is wrapped in my arms, but Shawn snags it away, sitting it atop the counter before lacing his fingers with mine. Our arms moved back and forth, palms attached, and I felt my lips pull into the first real smile since we’ve been here. “It’s my LIFFFFEEEE,” Shawn sang off key, “It’s now or never.”“I AIN’T GONNA LIVE FOREVER.”“I just wanna live while I’m alive,” Shawn spins me in a circle, tipping me
We’ve been here for six weeks. Six weeks I’ve spent staring at the walls of this cabin expecting the boogeyman with shimmering green eyes to pop out at any moment.Once the shock of being flown here wore off, fear settled beneath my skin like a poisonous snake. I plastered a smile on my face for Chris and Shawn, but the days have been long, and the nights… even longer.I’ve learned the sounds of the forest surrounding us. The calls from the birds that chirp from the trees and the geese on the lake. Some days, the wind pushes the water against the shoreline, the sound of crashing startling me.I hate what I’ve become. It’s sickening to think that once upon a time, I was just a girl with the ambitious thought that she could convince her husband to love her.Now I’m afraid of my own shadow.“Rosa-lindddd,” Chris singsongs my real name, and I ignore him.Rosalind was dead. I was Rose now.I hated both versions of myself.The hopeful one that was naïve enough to believe in fairytales, and
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