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
Sarah’s Point of view: A phone ringing woke me from my deep slumber. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. Who was it? It’s too early. I checked the bedside clock. It was 12 pm. I had slept the whole morning away. Last night’s celebration with Ethan had ended late, with me stumbling into bed. The phone kept ringing. I picked it up. "Hey, girl!" Emberly's cheerful voice greeted me. "Hey, Ember," I replied, still shaking off sleep. "Where are you?" she asked. "I’m at home," I replied. "Get this, mum, grandma, Emerald, and I are going on a girls’ trip, and they want you to come!" Ember exclaimed. "Let’s make it a Grey girls’ trip by adding the soon-to-be Mrs. Grey! Isn’t that exciting?" I sat up straight in bed, surprised. "You guys want me to come along?" "Yes, it’ll be fun! You can get to know the family better." I hesitated for a moment, thinking of what to say. I couldn’t say no to Ethan’s mum and grandma, could I? "Sarah, are you still there? What do you say?" Ember as
Sarah’s Point of view:Wednesday afternoon, and I floated through the door, feeling euphoric. The divorce hearing had been a nerve-wracking experience, but the outcome exceeded my hopes.Ethan's concerned eyes met mine in the living room. I rushed into his arms, embracing him tightly."Hey, how did it go?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.I pulled back, beaming. "It's over," I said, barely containing my grin.Ethan's expression transformed into a warm smile. "It went well?" he asked, his eyes crinkling.I nodded enthusiastically. He patted the couch for me to sit."Tell me," he said.I took a deep breath, reliving the day's events."This morning, I met Rachel at her office to go over last-minute details. She reassured me to stay calm and not worry, hinting she had a plan."We drove to the courthouse, where Rachel's confidence steadied my nerves.As we registered our names and waited, Alex and his lawyer arrived. Seeing Alex was a shock; his swagger and smug expression brought bac
Sarah’s Point of view:It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming.As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.Titan, my loyal companion, sensed my distress and jumped onto my bed, trying to get me to play with him. But I wasn't in the mood. His playful energy was a stark contrast to my sorrow, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not being able to shake off my grief.As I gazed out the window, the rain seemed to intensify, echoing the turmoil within me. I felt lost and alone, missing the warmth and love of my parents. The pain of their absence stil
Ethan’s Point of view:As we stepped into the crisp night air, the stars twinkling above, I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close."Tired?" I asked, glancing down at her soft face.She nodded, and I could sense the evening's weight bearing down on her.The drive home passed in comfortable silence, our hands intertwined.The diamond on her finger sparkled in the night light, and she turned to me with shining eyes."I love the ring, Ethan. It's beautiful," she whispered.My heart swelled with emotion as I gazed at her. "I'm glad you like it," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.I tightened my fingers around hers, the diamond shining brightly on her hand. "You look stunning with it on."Her chest fluttered, and her voice was barely audible. "Thank you, Ethan."I smiled, filled with admiration. "You were the real star of tonight. You got everyone to like you, even Grandpa was impressed."Her cheeks flushed, and she smiled up at me. "Thanks to you," she replied. "You prepar
Sarah’s Point of view:I met Grandpa Henry's gaze, his eyes piercing. "Your eyes, Sarah... they remind me of an old friend. Very green, just like his."I offered a polite smile. "Must be a coincidence, sir."Henry hummed, his expression thoughtful, before turning away.Ethan stood up, his movements fluid and silent. He raised his wine glass and knife, capturing everyone's attention."Can I have your attention, everyone?"The room fell silent, both our table and the guest table quieting to listen."Happy birthday to my grandfather," Ethan began, his voice filled with warmth. "Cheers to you, sir, for reaching this milestone age and for not leaving us. May you live longer."He smiled, his eyes shining with gratitude. "And thank you to everyone for coming to celebrate with us."Then, his gaze locked onto mine, and my heart skipped a beat."Thank you to my beautiful girlfriend, Sarah, for putting up with me and for coming to visit my family."Ethan's eyes burned with intensity, his voice
Sarah’s Point of view: Ethan guided me to the table, where two empty chairs awaited us, side by side. With gentlemanly charm, he pulled out a chair for me. "Thank you," I said, smiling. Ethan took his seat beside me, his hand brushing against mine. To my left sat Cameron, who flashed a warm smile. As soon as we settled, Albert rang a discreet bell, and the staff entered in unison, bearing the first course. "Dinner is served," Albert announced. The aroma of roasted vegetables and herbs wafted through the air, tantalizing my senses. Henry Grey, seated at the head of the table, smiled warmly. "Let's enjoy our meal together," he said, his voice welcoming. The room filled with the soft clinking of silverware and polite conversation. I glanced at Ethan, who gave my hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. I spied an old woman with gray hair in a tight bun seated at Henry’s right smiling at me. I smiled back politely and whispered at Ethan,”Who is she?
Sarah’s Point of view: I stood transfixed before the mirror, mesmerized by the reflection staring back at me. The stranger's fiery red hair and captivating features were unmistakably mine, yet utterly transformed. The navy blue gown hugged my curves in all the right places, its sculpted square neckline framing my face. The twisted waist detail accentuated my slender figure, while the dramatic long cape sleeves and subtle shoulder padding added an air of sophistication. A daring thigh slit added a touch of sass, balanced by the elegant maxi length. The invisible zip closure ensured a seamless silhouette. I paired it off with black strappy heeled sandals with diamanté chains. I looked like a goddess, radiating confidence and poise. "Stunning," Treyvon breathed, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Cianna nodded in agreement. "The dress was made for you." Brittany and Robin exchanged impressed glances, while Dylan smiled, satisfied with the wardrobe choice. "You guys t
Sarah’s Point of view:Today was Ethan’s grandpa's birthday, and I woke up with a splitting headache, courtesy of yesterday's wine tasting extravaganza. I groaned, feeling the familiar pangs of a hangover.As I sat up, flashes of yesterday flooded my mind – the wine, the laughter, and the kiss. My face heated up, and I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me. Ethan's gentle touch, his soft lips... I had enjoyed it, no matter how much I wanted to pretend otherwise.But now, I needed to avoid him. Or at least, try to. Today was crucial for the contract, and we had to put on a united front. I flopped back onto the bed, dreading the thought of spending time with Ethan while his kiss still lingered on my mind.Just then, a knock on the door broke the silence."Hey Sarah, are you awake?" Ethan's voice called out.I hesitated before responding, "Yes, Ethan, come in."He walked in, and my heart skipped a beat. The memories came flooding back – his muscled arms, his gentle touch... I long
Ethan’s Point of view:"Hey Cam, I'm going ring shopping today. Need your help," I said, calling Cameron."Ring shopping, huh? For the 'special' occasion?" Cameron asked, his tone laced with amusement."Yeah, that one," I replied. "Meet me at Cartier's Fifth Avenue mansion in 45 minutes?""On my way," Cameron said. "Let's find something jaw-dropping. Grandpa's got to buy this fake engagement."I had booked the appointment previously, knowing their expertise would guide me in finding the perfect ring.Now, with Cameron's input, I was confident we'd find something breathtaking.I arrived at Cartier, Cameron already there, sipping champagne."I need your insight," I explained. "You're the ladies' man. What do women love?"Cameron laughed. "Well, aside from me, of course... You want something timeless, elegant, and unique. Something that speaks to Sarah's style.""Ready to find the perfect fake rock?" he asked with a grin.The sales associate approached, eager to assist. "Welcome, gen