The morning after the proposal was a quiet one. Ethan sat at the kitchen table, staring out the large windows that framed the sprawling garden. Emma was humming in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, a sight that had become more familiar and comforting in the past months.A soft smile played on Ethan’s lips as he watched her move around the kitchen, her presence filling the space in a way he never thought possible. After everything they’d been through—the contract, the therapy, the challenges—he found himself in a place he never imagined: truly happy.“Are you just going to stare at me all day, or are you going to help me with breakfast?” Emma teased, glancing over her shoulder.Ethan chuckled. “I’m just admiring how you’ve taken over my kitchen,” he replied with a wink. “You know, you’re a far better chef than I ever was.”Emma grinned, setting a plate of pancakes down in front of him. “I think I’m just a good caretaker,” she said lightly, but there was something more in her eyes—a qui
The boardroom was filled with an air of anticipation. The executives and shareholders of Johnson Enterprises had gathered, their faces a mix of curiosity and expectation. Ethan Johnson, once the golden boy of the company, now stood before them, but not in the way they remembered. Gone was the confident, untouchable man they once admired from a distance. Today, he was something different—vulnerable, resilient, and ready to reclaim his throne.Emma stood by his side, her presence a calming anchor as they faced the room full of powerful individuals. She had been with him every step of the way, and today, more than ever, her support meant the world.As Ethan approached the podium, his gaze swept over the faces in the room. His body still bore the remnants of his past—his legs, though recovering, weren’t the same as before, and the pain lingered in quiet moments. But his mind, his spirit, were stronger than ever. He knew this was his moment, and he wasn’t going to waste it.Taking a deep b
The morning sun streamed through the large windows of Ethan’s office, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern furniture. The city outside was bustling with activity, but inside the walls of Johnson Enterprises, it was calm—too calm, Ethan thought. The silence in the air seemed to mock him, reminding him that while his battle for the CEO position had been won, the war for the company’s future had only just begun.Ethan leaned back in his chair, staring at the papers spread across his desk. His fingers brushed over the documents—financial reports, proposals for upcoming projects, and new investment opportunities. They were all important, but his mind kept drifting back to Emma. Since the meeting yesterday, things had been moving at a fast pace. He had already begun laying out the groundwork for his return to power, but none of it felt as significant as her presence by his side.It was hard to admit, but Ethan knew that Emma was the key to his success. Her intelligence, her unwavering
Ethan adjusted his tie in the mirror, his reflection betraying none of the emotions simmering beneath the surface. He was a man accustomed to pressure, but this board meeting felt different. The stakes were higher than ever, and while he had reclaimed his position as CEO, the challenges ahead were monumental. His company was still in a precarious position, and every move he made from here on out would be under intense scrutiny.As he turned away from the mirror, he found Emma standing by the doorway, watching him. She held a tablet in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other, her expression calm but determined.“Ready to face the board?” she asked, walking over to him and handing him the coffee.Ethan took a sip, appreciating the warmth of the drink and her presence. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied. “But it’s not just about convincing the board today. It’s about proving to everyone—investors, employees, and even myself—that I can steer this company back on course.”Emma placed th
The days following the board meeting were relentless. Ethan threw himself into work with a single-minded determination, his schedule packed with back-to-back meetings, calls with potential investors, and late-night brainstorming sessions. He was driven by the weight of expectations, not just from the board but also from himself—and from Emma, whose unwavering support gave him the strength to push forward.Emma, meanwhile, found herself fully immersed in helping Ethan. Despite her original intention to keep a low profile, her natural skills and knowledge as a doctor often came into play. She worked alongside his physical therapist to coordinate his treatments, spending hours researching the latest advancements in rehabilitation for patients with injuries like Ethan’s.“You don’t have to do all this,” Ethan told her one evening as she massaged his leg, her hands firm but gentle. They were in his private gym, where he’d spent the last hour struggling through exercises that seemed designe
The kiss lingered in Emma’s mind long after it ended. It wasn’t just the kiss itself, but the way Ethan had looked at her—like she was the one thing grounding him amidst the chaos. She hadn’t expected it, and she definitely hadn’t expected the warmth it stirred in her chest.She pushed those thoughts aside as she entered the kitchen early the next morning. The sun barely peeked over the horizon, casting soft golden light through the windows. She busied herself preparing breakfast, grateful for the quiet moment.Ethan appeared shortly after, wheeling himself into the room. He looked surprisingly well-rested, his usually sharp features softened by the morning light.“You’re up early,” he commented, rolling to the counter where she was slicing fruit.Emma glanced at him, feigning nonchalance. “Someone has to make sure you’re eating something besides takeout and coffee.”“Duly noted,” Ethan replied, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.As they sat down to eat, the atmosphere between th
The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Emma stirred in her bed. The events of the previous day replayed in her mind—the therapy session, Ethan’s question about their marriage, and his unexpected vulnerability. She wasn’t sure what it all meant, but it left her with an undeniable weight on her chest.After dressing in a simple blouse and jeans, Emma made her way downstairs. The house was unusually quiet, but she found Ethan in the living room, staring out the window with a distant expression.“Good morning,” she greeted, her voice breaking the silence.Ethan turned to her, his features softening. “Morning.”“Coffee?” she asked, already heading toward the kitchen.“Yes, please.”Emma returned with two steaming mugs and handed one to Ethan. They sat in a comfortable silence, the hum of the world outside their only background noise.“You’ve been quiet this morning,” Emma observed, breaking the calm.Ethan sipped his coffee, his gaze never leaving the window. “Just thinking.”“Ab
Ethan’s determination burned brighter as he woke up the next morning. He refused to let his condition or the betrayal from his board members define him. He had built his company from the ground up, and he wasn’t about to watch it crumble without a fight.As the first rays of sunlight seeped through the curtains, Ethan maneuvered his wheelchair to his desk. Papers, reports, and legal documents were sprawled out, evidence of his late-night research. Despite the setbacks, Ethan had been quietly plotting his return to power.Emma walked into the room, a cup of coffee in hand. She paused when she saw Ethan already working.“You’re up early,” she said, setting the coffee down on his desk.Ethan glanced at her, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Couldn’t sleep. Too much to do.”Emma frowned as she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. You need rest, Ethan.”He shook his head. “Rest isn’t going to fix my company, Emma. Action will.”Emma sighed, knowing
The confrontation with Emma’s parents left an unsettling feeling in the air. Though Ethan had driven them away, their presence was a reminder of the ghosts from Emma’s past—the people who had always seen her as nothing more than a pawn. But this time, she wasn’t alone. She had Ethan by her side.That morning, Emma found herself lost in thought as she prepared breakfast. She hadn’t expected Ethan to stand up for her so fiercely, and the way he had shut down her parents with no hesitation had sent a strange warmth through her chest.She was used to fighting her battles alone, hiding her pain behind a calm façade. But now, Ethan was fighting for her. Protecting her.“Thinking about yesterday?” Ethan’s deep voice pulled her from her thoughts.She turned to see him leaning against the counter, his sharp eyes studying her. His presence alone was enough to make her heart race.“I just didn’t expect them to show up,” she admitted. “And I didn’t expect you to—”“To throw them out?” he finished
The next morning, Ethan woke up feeling lighter than he had in years. The weight of his past mistakes and regrets still lingered, but they no longer crushed him. Instead, they served as reminders of how far he had come—and how much he still had to do.As he descended the stairs, he heard Emma’s voice in the kitchen. She was humming a soft tune while preparing breakfast, a domestic scene so peaceful that it momentarily took his breath away. For a man who had spent years cloaked in cold indifference, this newfound warmth was both unfamiliar and welcome.He entered the kitchen and leaned against the doorway, watching her. Emma turned around, her face lighting up when she saw him.“Good morning,” she greeted, handing him a cup of coffee.“Good morning,” Ethan replied, his voice unusually soft. He took a sip, savoring both the coffee and the moment.****Later that afternoon, an unexpected car pulled into their driveway. Ethan frowned as he glanced out the window, recognizing the sleek bla
Ethan sat by the large window in his study, staring out at the garden as the winter sun cast long, golden shadows on the frost-kissed grass. His once proud and commanding presence had been softened by months of rehabilitation and reflection. Yet, deep inside, the embers of his determination still burned, fanned by Emma’s relentless support.Emma entered the room with a steaming cup of tea in hand, her footsteps light but purposeful. She set the cup on the table beside him, her gaze lingering on his face. He looked better now—healthier, more alive—but the weight of his recent trials still rested heavily on his shoulders."How are you feeling today?" she asked gently, pulling a chair closer to him.Ethan turned to her, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Better, thanks to you. I’ve been meaning to say..." He paused, his fingers tracing the edge of the armrest. "You’ve done more for me than anyone ever has. I don’t know how I can repay you."Emma shrugged, her expression teasing. "You
The morning sunlight bathed the expansive Johnson estate in a warm glow, but inside Ethan’s office, the atmosphere was anything but serene. Ethan sat at his desk, his wheelchair positioned at an angle that gave him a clear view of the sprawling garden beyond the windows. Documents, spreadsheets, and reports were scattered before him, but his attention was miles away.Emma had become a presence he couldn’t ignore. Her voice, her laughter, even her sarcasm had carved a permanent place in his life. But this morning, she seemed different—quieter, distracted. He noticed it the moment she entered the room with a tray of breakfast."Good morning," she greeted, placing the tray on his desk.Ethan glanced at her, noting the faint circles under her eyes. "You didn’t sleep well," he observed.Emma shrugged, forcing a smile. "You’re not my only patient, you know. I had some late-night calls.""You could’ve woken me up," Ethan replied, his tone teasing but laced with genuine concern.Emma snorted.
The silence between them stretched as Ethan’s confession lingered in the air. Emma didn’t press him further; she knew from experience that forcing him would only make him retreat deeper into his shell. Instead, she stood and began pushing his wheelchair again, letting him set the pace of their conversation.As they rounded a corner of the garden, the estate's sprawling fountain came into view. The cascading water glimmered under the late afternoon sun, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions Ethan was wrestling with.Emma broke the silence, her tone light but meaningful. “You know, when I was a kid, I used to think fountains were magical. I thought if you tossed in a coin and made a wish, it would come true.”Ethan arched a brow, his lips curving slightly. “And how many wishes did you make?”“Countless,” she admitted with a soft laugh. “Most of them were silly—like wishing for endless chocolate or a pony. But there was one I made every time.”“W
The gentle hum of birds in the garden wasn’t enough to silence the storm brewing in Ethan’s mind. Emma walked beside him, her hand lightly resting on the handle of his wheelchair. She had insisted on pushing him, despite his protests, claiming it was “therapeutic” for them both.Ethan, for once, relented.The garden was sprawling and serene, the afternoon sun casting golden streaks across the well-manicured hedges and blooming flowers. Emma guided him along the cobblestone path, her chatter filling the silence he was so used to.“And you wouldn’t believe the amount of trouble I got into sneaking textbooks into my room,” Emma said with a soft laugh. “My parents thought I was obsessed with novels, but in reality, I was devouring medical journals.”Ethan glanced at her, intrigued despite himself. “You really went through all that to study medicine?”Her smile faltered briefly, but she nodded. “It was the only thing that made me feel alive—like I had a purpose. Being the unwanted daughter
The day unfolded with a tense stillness that neither Ethan nor Emma dared to break. He had retreated to his office, burying himself in work, while Emma busied herself with household tasks. But the unspoken words between them lingered like a storm cloud, threatening to break at any moment.By afternoon, Emma decided she couldn’t take the suffocating silence any longer. She found Ethan in his office, his wheelchair angled toward the large mahogany desk cluttered with files. His brow was furrowed in concentration, but she could tell he was using work as an excuse to avoid their earlier conversation.“Ethan,” she said, stepping into the room.He didn’t look up. “If this is about breakfast—”“It’s not,” she interrupted, her voice steady. “It’s about us.”Ethan’s hand stilled over a document, his jaw tightening. He sighed and finally looked at her. “There is no ‘us,’ Emma. I thought I made that clear this morning.”She crossed her arms, refusing to back down. “You don’t get to decide that o
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft, golden hues across the spacious bedroom. Ethan stirred awake, his sharp mind quickly remembering the events of the night before. He turned his head to find Emma still fast asleep, her face relaxed in peaceful slumber.For a moment, he allowed himself to admire her, the way the morning light caught in her hair and softened her features. She looked so different from the stubborn, opinionated woman who often challenged him. Vulnerable, even.What am I doing? he wondered, a pang of uncertainty creeping into his chest. This wasn’t part of his plan—letting anyone in, letting her in.He carefully moved to sit up, his legs still lifeless and frustratingly uncooperative. The wheelchair sat by the bedside, a reminder of his limitations. Ethan’s jaw tightened as he transferred himself to the chair, a motion he had perfected out of necessity.He didn’t notice Emma stir awake until her soft voice broke the silence.“You’re up early.
Ethan sat alone in his study, the faint hum of the city below barely registering in his mind. The meeting had taken more out of him than he cared to admit. His hands rested on the wheels of his chair, his body rigid with unspent tension.Emma’s words from earlier lingered in his mind: You’re not alone anymore.He clenched his jaw. What did she know about loneliness? About survival? Yet her stubborn determination to stand by him, even when he pushed her away, made him question everything he thought he knew about relationships.A soft knock broke the silence.“Come in,” he said, his voice sharper than intended.The door creaked open, and Emma stepped in cautiously. She was dressed in casual attire, a stark contrast to the poised professional who had accompanied him earlier.“Ethan,” she began, her tone tentative, “I know you hate interruptions, but I couldn’t sleep. I thought…” She trailed off, holding up a tray with two mugs. “Coffee?”He stared at her, unsure whether to send her away