Today 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.
I went to follow James out to the ambulance. As Marina’s caretaker and James’ wife, I felt a duty to be there, but he turned abruptly, causing me to bump into his chest, “You’ve done enough already. Can’t you see that?” he growled, turning and slamming the door in my face. He rode in the ambulance with Marina while I stood plastered in the spot he’d left me in, wondering what to do. Chewing my bottom lip, I stared at the closed door feeling empty inside. I’ve done everything he’s asked. For three years I’ve made sure Marina had the best care. Three years I’ve carefully followed every one of James’ requests, attempting to show him where my heart was. The entire time mine broke just to get a scrap of attention from him.I wasn’t about to throw all of that hard work in the trash. I rushed down to the garage, where our driver stood posted, “Mr. Green, I need a ride to Saosin Medical. Please," I pleaded with him, fighting the emotions that were swirling in my gut.He nodded, walking
After seeing the look in his eyes, I was certain he’d agree to her requests, but instead he’d changed the subject, “I have so much to tell you. So much has happened in the last three years.” “Why aren’t you answering my questions?” Marina whined, sounding more like a child than a twenty-three-year-old woman. “Can you just let me enjoy the fact that you are finally awake? Goddess, Marina. I’ve just gotten you back and you want to drill me about things that don’t matter compared to you being okay,” James reached up, tucking a strand of Marina’s hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered lovingly before I watched her lean forward, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips against his. I didn't miss the subtle dig in his sentence. I thought my heart couldn’t feel any worse, but I was wrong. He didn’t bother telling her that he wouldn’t break our sacred vows. We said until death do us part. That was supposed to mean something to him. Sure, maybe not as much as it meant
There aren’t words to describe how happy I was when Marina finally opened her eyes after all this time. Here in the human world, I am James Wood, heir to Wood Industries and the CEO of a billion-dollar corporation. I am active within our community. With more money than I know what to do with, I participate in Charity Galas, help with political campaigns, and help fund schools. The world knows me as the selfless billionaire CEO. What they don’t know is that I am known as the ruthless Alpha of Blackwood. My pack was my life. It was ingrained in who I was. I kept everything running like a tight ship.But my pack was destroyed in an attack that left only two members; Marina and me. The last three years have been hell with the only connection to my past life lying in a coma. That attack cost me everything, including my wolf. He has been silent for three years. Locked away in some sort of holding cell in my head. I can still feel his presence, but it’s as if there is something keeping
“Rosa, wait,” James ran after me, gripping my arm and spinning me towards him. I stared into his green eyes, wondering how I’d ever mistaken this man for someone that would find it in his heart to love me. “What is so wrong with me James? After three years, the least you can do is explain that.” His head fell back as he released a heavy breath. James interlocked his fingers behind his neck muttering curses under his breath, “Nothing. There is nothing wrong with you. It’s me.” Anger bubbled just beneath my skin, “What an original line that is,” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “You don’t understand,” he started, but I cut him off, “Then make me understand.” His hand found the small of my back as he led us away from Marina’s room and back down to the room we’d been in previously, “Don’t do this.” James’ voice sounded as if he was pleading with me, but it was too late. I’d made up my mind the moment he walked back into that room and suggested I was simply the help and e
“It’s been a long time,” Shawn’s lips pulled into a warm smile before his brows knitted in confusion, “Are you okay? I saw the woman they wheeled to the ambulance. She seemed dazed, but fine.” Shawn was my brother’s best friend and the man I swore I was going to marry up until I met James. He’s been a part of my life since we were both in the first grade. My childhood crush turned into a full-on obsession when we were teenagers. He was the center of every dream I had ever created. But no matter how much I planned for him to be a part of my future, to him, I was simply his best friend's little sister. My lips quivered as the last few hours replayed in my mind. “Rosie,” Shawn placed his hands against the bare skin on my upper arms, “What’s going on?” I haven’t seen Shawn in years, but somehow, he still knows me. The way my nickname rolls off his lips takes me back to a time when things were so much simpler. Shaking my head, I forced a smile, “It’s just been a rough day,”
“Can we not tell my mother and father about this? Not yet at least,” I held the papers in my shaky hands. My father would never approve of what I was doing. When James and I announced that we would be getting married, my father was elated. My mother even more so. Their status in the world was always a top priority. They wanted Chris and I to be in the spotlight. We were the product of American royalty and old money. Red Pharmaceutical was passed down from my grandfather to my father, and his father before him. My mother was your typical housewife. Status and appearance were everything. She wanted me to follow in her footsteps, being a housewife to James before having a couple of his children. The future heirs to a fortune. A Red and a Wood creating a family would be the talk of the century. But much to her dismay, James didn’t want children. At least not with me. “Of course. It’s not my place to tell, Rosie,” Shawn distracted me from my thoughts, “Are you sure about this
The hospital had cleared Marina to come home, but I was torn. Rosa had heard me say that I would divorce her. The look in her eyes will haunt me forever. Once she’d stitched up her wound and it had stopped bleeding, I’d slowly been able to pull myself from whatever trance she’d had me wrapped in. Marina was my mate. Not only that, but she was the last remaining link to my past life. And the key to my future. I couldn’t explain why Onyx had awoken at the scent of Rosa’s blood. I couldn’t make sense of any of it. “Fuck,” I growled, slamming my fist against my desk. I don’t beg for anything. I’m James fucking Wood. I don’t need to beg. But today, I was reduced to a blubbering mess trying to hold onto a marriage that I never even wanted. Marina hasn’t spoken to me since we’ve been home. She heard me beg Rosa to stay. She heard the desperation in my voice, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. I couldn’t explain to her something that I didn’t even understand myself. Surely Ros
My eyelashes tickled the tops of my cheekbones as I tried to open my eyes, but the sunlight streaming in from the windows had me snapping them shut instantly. Reaching up, I massaged my temples, feeling a steady throbbing behind my eyes. Rolling to my right, I rolled right off the bed, groaning as I hit plush carpet. Carpet? My eyes shot open as I glanced around the room. This isn’t my room. Or even in my house. The door swung open, and Shawn sleepily stumbled inside, “Did you fall?” Oh, God... No. No. Nooooo. I drank too much last night and the last thing I remember was getting into Shawn’s car. He must have seen the panic in my eyes because he shook his head, “This is my hotel room. I slept out on the couch,” he massaged the back of his neck, offering me a smile. I breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m so sorry,” I started, but he cut me off, “Don’t be sorry. You can use my bed any time you need it,” he winked, “Want some coffee?” “Please,” I pushed myself up from the flo