~CharlotteI could feel the heat rushing to my face as Adam's eyes met mine. I felt vulnerable and exposed, like he could see right through me, just like our time together in Madrid.And then, he looked away, his face turning red. "Oh, sorry," he said, his voice faltering. "I didn't know you were in here."I felt a sense of relief wash over me, but it was mixed with a tinge of disappointment. I had hoped for something more, some sign that Adam felt the same way I feel Ever since our trip to Madrid, I couldn't seem to get Adam out of my head. Is it because he's no longer in the wheelchair, or did the trip mess with my mind?"Can we talk?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "I want to know what happened. I want to know why you left, what happened that night .And I want to know about Ephraim."I could see Adam tense up, his jaw tightening. He looked away, his eyes hard. "You don't need to know anything," he said, his voice cold. "It's none of your business, our marriage is fake, and I
~AdamI took one last look at Charlotte's confused and hurt expression, after I sent her the five thousand dollars. And then I turned away from the dining room and started walking down the hall. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my thoughts racing. I knew I had to talk to her, to explain why I had given her the money, but I couldn't get myself to speak to her, not after what I said to her last night.I had sent her the money, specifically to lighten her mood, I couldn't think of another way to make her feel better after the way I had treated her. It hurts me that I'm hunting her feelings , but I can't allow myself to fall for her. I needed to make her hate me. I walked down the hallway, my thoughts still swirling around in my head. But as I got closer to my son's room, I heard a soft sobbing. I hesitated, my heart sinking. I knocked gently on the door."Come in," I heard a small voice say. I opened the door and saw my son sitting on his bed, tears streaming down his cheek
~AdamI couldn't stop myself. I leaned forward and kissed her, feeling a sense of joy and relief that I had never felt before. I held her tight, not wanting to let go.But then, I heard the doctor's voice. "Mr. Morgan, I'm sorry, but you need to leave. We need to treat your wife, else we might lose her again."I turned to her, my heart pounding. "I do not want to leave her!" I said, my voice frantic. "You said she was dead, but she's not!""I know," the doctor said, her voice gentle. "But we need to get her some treatment and monitor her condition. I promise you, we'll keep you informed. But for now, you need to go."I felt my heart breaking, but I knew she was right. I looked at Charlotte, her eyes full of confusion. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I love you," I said. "I'm so glad you're alive."Then, I turned and walked out of the room, feeling like my world had been turned upside down.I went to the waiting room and sat down, my head spinning. I couldn't believe what had
~AdamI woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm. I rolled over and groggily reached for my phone to turn it off. As I did, I saw the date on the screen. It was the day Charlotte was supposed to be discharged from the hospital.I sat up, my heart racing. I took a deep breath and got out of bed.As I walked into the hospital, the receptionist at the front desk smiled at me. "Mr. Morgan, it's good to see you," she said. "How are you doing?""I'm fine, thanks," I said, with confidence. "How's Charlotte?""She's doing well," the receptionist said, her voice full of compassion. "You can go up to her room now. The nurses will be able to give you more information."I nodded and headed for the elevator. I got out of the elevator and walked down the hall to Charlotte's room. As I approached the door, I saw it was cracked open, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. I paused, taking a deep breath, and then I knocked softly."Come in," I heard Charlotte's voice from inside th
~CharlotteA week after returning home from the hospital, I was finally starting to feel like myself again. I was eating well, sleeping well, and enjoying the company of Adam. Ephraim has become a new friend to me. He was such a sweet boy, and I loved spending time with him.One afternoon, Ephraim and I were playing a game in the living room when we heard the front door open. Adam walked in, and his face lit up when he saw us."I see you two are having fun," he said, his voice full of love."We are!" I said, my voice bubbly with excitement. "Ephraim is such a sweetheart, and he's such a good sport. He's been so patient with me as I've been getting back to normal."Ephraim beamed at the compliment, and Adam looked at me with pride in his eyes. "I'm so glad you two are getting along so well," he said. "It means the world to me."I smiled, feeling my heart swell with happiness. "It means the world to me, too," I said.Adam's face grew serious. "We have a lot to do today," he said. "We
~AdamI stood in the midst of it all, my heart raced and my stomach twisted into knots.I could feel the accusing gazes of everyone in attendance burning into my skin. My breathing hitched in my throat as I heard the whispered accusations, the whispers of "liar" and "adulterer" echoing in my ears.My mind reeled, the weight of this accusation threatening to crush me under its pressure. "It's not true," I said, my voice a desperate plea. "I swear, I am not the father of her child."But the crowd's murmurs only grew louder, the whispers turning into accusations."Charlotte!" I heard the cry escape my lips as she turned on her heel, fleeing the reception. I lunged after her, my heart hammering in my chest."Charlotte!" I shouted, my voice hoarse with desperation as I chased after her. The wind whipped my hair back, the scent of salt and sand heavy in the air as I struggled to keep up with her."Please, Charlotte, I beg of you, stop! Eleanor is telling lies against me.My heart thundered
~CharlotteAs Eleanor's words echoed in my ears, my mind whirled like a cyclone, threatening to tear me apart. My stomach churned, my chest constricted, and all I could do was stare in disbelief.No. It couldn't be true. Eleanor was a liar, a schemer, a manipulator. Why would I believe anything she said?But...what if it was true? What if the child she carried was Adam's?The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a cold, sinking dread that made my legs buckle beneath me.The salty air stung my eyes as I fled, the rhythmic roar of the waves crashing against the shore a brutal reminder of my turmoil. The white sand beneath my feet felt like quicksand, slowing my escape, trapping me in this nightmare."I can't lose him," I repeated, my voice ragged with panic. "I can't let Eleanor take him away from me."With every step, my heart pounded harder, the sound of my own footsteps echoing in my ears.I had to get away.I caught a glimpse of Adam in my rearview mirror, his face a mask of confusi
~AdamMy phone buzzed, Eleanor's name glowing on the screen like a warning sign. With a scowl, I answered, my voice tight with annoyance."Eleanor," I spat out. "What do you want?""Adam, please," she replied, her voice a practiced purr. "I'm calling because I need to explain...""Explain what?" I cut her off, my patience fraying. "That baby isn't mine. We both know that."A nervous laugh tinkled through the line."Oh, Adam," she cooed, the sweetness in her voice a jarring contrast to her words. "Can't we just...talk about this? Like adults?""There's nothing to talk about," I shot back, my voice rising with irritation. "You're just trying to stir up trouble. Why don't you leave me and my wife alone?""Your wife?" Eleanor scoffed. "She's gone, Adam. She doesn't want you anymore. Not with all this...mess."My hand clenched around the phone, anger and frustration surging through me."Look, Adam," Eleanor persisted, her voice hardening with determination. "I'm not going away. This baby i