Sarah’s Point of view:Nurse Sabrina's warm smile greeted me as she entered my hospital room. "Sarah, How are you doing today? You have a visitor. Your friend Emily is here to see you."I nodded, trying to compose myself, but the emotions still simmered just below the surface. Emily followed the nurse in, concern etched on her face."Hey, girl," Emily said softly, rushing to my side. "I was so worried about you."Nurse Sabrina nodded sympathetically. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit. Just press the call button if you need anything."As the nurse exited, Emily turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "Sarah, what happened? You were crying when you called"I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I saw him, Em... Alex... with Claire... his ex." The words felt like acid on my tongue. They were burning, but I had to get them out."They were locked in a passionate embrace, they looked ready to tear each other's clothes off. The passion and lust between them was so obvious.
Ethan's Point of view:As I got ready for dinner at my grandpa's house, my mind kept wandering back to Sarah, the pretty redhead I had hit with my car just a few days ago. I couldn't help but wonder how she was feeling now, if she was recovering well from her injuries. I made a mental note to get her a get-well-soon card, an "I'm sorry" card, and some flowers. I wasn't really sure why I was so invested in her well-being, but I couldn't shake off the feeling."Mr. Ethan, your car is ready," Ben, my driver, called out to me.I nodded, grabbing my phones and heading out the door. As we drove to my grandpa's house, my mind kept drifting back to Sarah. I found myself smiling, feeling a sense of happiness that I couldn't quite explain.As I stepped out of my car and onto the winding driveway of my grandfather's mansion, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. The trees towered above, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, whispering secrets of the past. I have always loved visiting this p
Sarah's Point of view:I couldn't believe I was finally going home! The hospital room had started to feel like a prison, and I was eager to get back to my normal life. Emily, my best friend, was by my side as Nurse Sabrina came in to give me my discharge instructions.Nurse Sabrina was the best nurse anyone could ask for, but I would not mind not seeing her every single day."Okay, Sarah, here's an advice sheet on exercises you should do every day to help speed up your recovery and a list of things to do and not do," she said, handing me two sheets of paper.I scanned the list, trying to take it all in. "No heavy lifting, no bending, no strenuous activity...got it.""And don't forget to take your meds as prescribed," Nurse Sabrina added."You'll need to wear your plaster cast until the broken bone heals. The skin under the cast may be itchy for a few days, but that should pass."Emily nodded, taking the list from me. "I'll make sure she follows the rules, Nurse."I rolled my eyes g
Ethan's Point of view:The warm sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office cast a golden glow on the sleek, modern furniture and the bustling city below. As COO of my family's company, I had grown accustomed to the trappings of success - the plush carpet, the polished wood, the hum of productivity. But on days like this, when the sun shone bright and the world felt full of possibility, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.I sat at my desk, scanning the latest financial reports, my mind focused on the numbers and strategies that would drive our company's success. The soft click of the keyboard, the rustle of papers, and the occasional ring of the phone created a soothing background melody, a symphony of productivity.Just then, Nora, my grandfather's assistant, knocked on the door, her gentle tap a subtle interruption to the rhythm of my work. "Ethan, your grandfather wants to see you," she said, her voice soft and deferential.I nodde
Sarah's Point of view:Days turned into weeks, and I settled into a comfortable routine at Emily's place. We spent our days lounging on the couch, watching movies, and talking about everything and nothing. I was slowly starting to feel like myself again, like the weight of Alex's betrayal was slowly lifting off my shoulders.My plaster cast came off a week ago. It felt weird to finally have that thing off. My wrist was so stiff and weak. It was like learning to use my hand all over again. I kept forgetting it was there and bumped it into stuff.I remember how helpless I felt with that cast on. I couldn't do anything for myself. I had to rely on Emily for everything. It was super frustrating. But honestly, it also made me appreciate the little things I used to take for granted – like opening a door or tying my shoes.The exercises on the advice sheet that I had to do were a pain, but I guess they helped. The painkillers helped a lot, but I had to be careful not to get hooked on them. My
Sarah's Point of View:It was Wednesday.I sat nervously in Rachel's office, fidgeting with my hands as I gazed out the window at the gray sky. The rain pattered against the glass, casting a soothing melody that seemed to calm my racing thoughts. Rachel's office was cozy, with warm beige walls and plush furniture that made me feel like I was sitting in a friend's living room.Rachel herself was a warm and welcoming presence, with a kind face and a gentle smile. She leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine. "So, Sarah, tell me what's going on. What brings you here today?"I took a deep breath, trying to summarize the situation. "It's just...my marriage has been over for a long time," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to continue the marriage, and I think it's time to make it official."Rachel nodded sympathetically, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. That can't have been an easy decision to make."I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "
Sarah's Point of view:As I walked into the house, the aroma of Emily's cooking enveloped me, immediately lifting my spirits. I had just returned from the café, where I had run into Ethan, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope that I hadn't felt in a long time."Hey, Em!" I called out, dropping my bag onto the floor. "Something smells amazing in here!"Emily poked her head out of the kitchen, a flour-dusted apron wrapped around her waist. "Hey, girl! I'm making your favorite. How was your day?"I slid onto a stool at the counter, taking a deep breath as I tried to process everything that had happened. "It was...interesting," I said finally. "I had my lawyer appointment this morning, and then I ran into Ethan at the café."Emily's eyes widened. "Ethan? As in, the guy from the accident?”I nodded, feeling a flutter in my chest. "The same one. We talked for a bit, and...I don't know, Em. There's just something about him that makes me feel seen, you know?"Emily smiled knowingly
Ethan’s Point of view:Dinner with Sarah had been on my mind all day. I couldn't wait to see her and get to know her better. As I got ready, I found myself feeling more and more excited. I called her to confirm our plans, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach."Hey Sarah, it's Ethan," I said when she answered. "Just wanted to confirm our plans for tonight. I was thinking...how about we try out that new Italian place downtown? I've heard great things about it.""Sounds perfect," she replied, her voice cheerful. "I love Italian food. What time were you thinking?"I suggested 7 o'clock, and we made plans to meet at the restaurant. As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. Tonight was going to be a great opportunity to get to know Sarah better, and I didn't want to blow it.I spent the next few hours getting ready, trying on different shirts and pants, wanting to make a good impression. I finally settled on a simple