" So you two decide to stay separately? Is this your decision?" Eunice knows it's not her place to interfere their private and personal matters. But she can't help but feel protective towards her best friend.
Just yesterday, her friend was so excited to open a new chapter with love and life. She wants to have kids and have a big family. But it's now a dream. Damien who is waiting for Carol to get in the car, looks at Eunice and gives a polite smile, " The marriage isn't like other normal and average marriage. Both of us needed each other. I am sorry for disappointing. But I promise that I won't turn into a jerk. I don't like punches you know!" Damien grins, " I will take care of her!" Hearing his words, Eunice finds a little comfort and consolation. At least he doesn't look like a scumbag. Yet, she needs to ask something to make sure the incident doesn't repeat. " Will you cheat on her if you find someone else?" Damien pauses momentarily and takes a glance at Carol who is saying goodbye to her guests and bridesmaids. They're heading home. " No. Only Scumbags cheat because they're not satisfied with themselves. They feel like they can't satisfy their woman so they try to seek confirmation from another woman. I am not a scumbag!" Eunice nods and walks towards him. Taking something out of her pocket, she holds it before him, " Three years ago, she bought it with her first salary - For her husband!" Eunice puts a beautiful ring on his hand when Damien holds his hand up. " She doesn't remember or maybe doesn't want to remember, she said that she wanted me to give it to her husband - Her legal husband whether it's Troy or anyone whoever would be her ' Husband'. Because she forgets about her important things. So the day you think that you can be her ' Husband ' - A real husband - Put it on her finger. If you think you need to cheat on or you find someone else to love, return the ring to her with honesty. Carol likes honest people even if their honesty hurts her!" Damien glances at the ring, a piece of jewelry that holds a great sentimental attachment. It's beautifully curved and he can see how much effort and care she had to choose or design it. " I will. Don't worry about it! Thanks for taking care of my wife till now." He smiles at Eunice and then wheels himself to Carol who heads towards them as well. ** Are you done?** He asks, wearing a soft smile on his face. Carol nods, putting a small bouquet of roses on his lap, ** Thank you for marrying me at the last moment. I needed it.** Damien shakes his head and signs, ** We both needed it. Please let me know if you need anything from me. I will be available for my wife anytime** Carol blushes a bit. The word wife has always been a bit of romantic to her. Being someone's significant other is something big deal and important to her. ** Thank you. I have a family gathering tomorrow. But I don't want to introduce you to them immediately. My Family dynamic is a bit complicated. Anyway, I need to clear something before parting away - I am not Orphan or anything like this. My parents are both alive but I have no contact with them for personal reasons. It may make you ask questions why- I would like to skip it. I want to know each other well, once we're enough to close. I won't ask you about your identity either. Hope you collaborate!" It comes as shock to Damien who thought she knows him once he introduced himself as Damien Crawley. But it seems like she doesn't know him at all. Who doesn't know about Crawley family? But still, he is kinda disappointed that he isn't allowed to question or know about each other's personal life. Letting a soft chuckle out, he nods in response, **I am always ready to be close to each other. So please take your time** Carol nods, her expression brightening up. Damien thought this was the end of the conversation and she would leave. But to make him stun on his own place, Carol bends over and gently pecks his lips. ** Good Night, Husband. Let me know once you get home safely. And -!" She points to the rose bouquet, **This is the flowers for you as a gift from me!** She smiles and walks towards her car. She will drive home with Eunice and her two bridesmaids. Damien meanwhile touches his lips. This is second peck that she gave. Once was at the alter and second one is now. " We shall get going, Boss!" James pushes his wheelchair towards the car. " James!" He mumbles, " She is different!" James Clarke hums a bit, while staring at Eunice who is talking to her friends, " Yes!" Eunice sits on the driver seat and turns the engine on. She knows Carol is putting a nonchalant expression for everyone here. But staying with Carol for years and knowing how much she can fake her pain, Eunice can't help but stop worrying about the world but her. She puts the tissue box in front of Carol if she needs it. Carol smiles at her bestie who is always been her superhero, her rock. She grabs a tissue paper and makes it a beautiful rose and puts it on Eunice's hand, ** You were so cool today. Thank you** Eunice looks at the paper rose and rolls her eyes, ** You just gave your husband a real rose bouquet. Where is mine? Girl!** Carol can't help but laugh when Eunice pouts and makes a sulky face. ** Do you need one? Really?** She signs with a smirk on her face, ** He has a rose bouquet but you have his wife. Who won?** ** That was a strong one!** Eunice laughs, looking at the rearview mirror, " Girls!!! Are you ready for the after wedding long drive with the bride?" She yells at Carol's two bridesmaids. " Yay!!!! Most ironically! We had the bride!" They laugh. Eunice and her two friends decided to have a long drive after the wedding once Carol leave for honeymoon with Troy. However, like always, Their plans never go as they plan. And now ended up having the bride herself as their another companion.During the long drive, One thing helped Carol thing about. Each second password, thinking about Troy who was love of her life. She spent most of her life with him, her first love, first friend, first everything. But when did she go wrong? Why didn't she notice any red flags? He was same, handsome, charming, sweet, kind, because of her, he learned sign language, he wanted to cook for her when she was busy, normal date nights, funny and already was in time. Even a week before her wedding, he flied back home, just to ensure that the wedding went well. There was nothing, no red flags, no hints of him betraying her. She can't understand how things turned into this mess. If he was acting like this with motives behind, she can't help but think of his perfect acting. Oscar winning acting. In her life, people have been stabbing her back like she doesn't feel hurt at all. They tried to use her constantly. But Troy being the one has completely destroyed her trust in anyone. Even in herself.
Her heart sinks, face turns pale, feeling left out in this big family. There was a simple condition for her to work with her grandpa is that she won't be in the same place with her mother. But right now, sitting on the chair in the middle of the table with all the family members, she finds herself more lonely than ever. They're having conversations with each other, no one is giving her attention. She tries to read their lips, but she can only get a gist of their conversation. Nothing more. She stares at her wedding ring that she hasn't shown anyone. She keeps playing with this until someone taps on her shoulder. Grandpa? She looks up at him as he holds the glass of wine. She smiles, thinking no matter what her grandpa won't leave her alone. She grabs the glass of wine and stands up, following her grandpa. He puts the glass of wine and gets everyone's attention. Along with sign language for Carol, he starts speaking, " Today is the special day of my life. I Granger Diego, has f
" Why did you leave? This is so disrespectful! Your grandpa has been so upset." " Stop being a spoiled jealous girl! Such a rude. How dare you call your uncles names?" " Such an ungrateful Bitch! Did you think everything will be yours? Grow up. Stop being a greedy ass. Nobody wants your damn attitude in our family." Carol rests her head on the steering wheel as her extended family keeps messaging her. Since they can't call, they're sending thousands of messages at once. She takes a deep breath. No, she didn't want to be the CEO forever, nor does she want to have some share. She wanted to be appreciated for everything she has done for them. Her uncles never worked. Five years ago, the monthly profit was only 300-350K from their company. Once she started handling it she made it up to 500K to 1 million. She spent hundreds of hours in the company just to remodel, replan and reschedule everything. Once the business started doing well, her uncles stopped working and left their respe
Like usual, she wakes up at 6, but unlike other days, she looks exhausted and unmotivated. Her bed hair is untouched as she grabs the cereal and milk. Her body is heavier and sore than usual. Her eyelids are heavy and burning because of constant crying last night. This Betrayal from everyone hurt her so bad that she couldn't comprehend how to deal with her emotions at all. She got rid of Troy's stuff that she bought with her own money. She sent some of them for donations as well. Every single thing has been giving her the taste of betrayal and she doesn't know where she heads from today onwards. The thought of meeting her husband's family or meeting him is completely off her mind. The constant messages from her secretary telling her that lots of clients are refusing to attend any meetings after her announcement of quitting the family company has been overbearing. Her side of the family tried to contact her. But unlike others, her grandparents didn't reach out for once. She doe
After the engagement party, Elder Diego somehow shuts himself in his room, talking to some old clients who have been retreating themselves from working with CL company from now on. After learning about the official statement of the new CEO and the formal CEO's resignation, lots of clients asked for a better explanation since they all have been working with Carol. But all he could do is reply with a half truth answer, " My son-in-law is a good business man. He will handle the company well. Please put trust in him!" Elder Diego gets a bitter reply with retort and the client hangs up on his call. For the last five years, Carol made sure that there were some loyal clients who would support her despite her disabilities. At first nobody wanted to give in, asking why they appointed a deaf CEO in the first place. It's a business not a welfare program. However once they started working with her, they knew they found the right person to do business with. So losing her suddenly without any
** No! It's delicious. But what do you mean by never cooked for twos? I heard you had been together with your ex-fiance for a while!** Although it's a harmless question, Carol hangs her head down. She has forgotten about it since she started cooking. But his question reminds her of all the betrayal. However she hates to show her vulnerability to people, so she looks at him with no expression but explains it. ** Troy started a business a few months ago. Also his job was in next city. So we met on the weekend sometime. Also because of work, we had been in long distance relationships. He stayed with me on the weekend but we didn't have time to cook something leisurely. You are the first person who I cooked for honestly speaking!** She explained. " I see!" He murmurs. ** Anyway, I don't know anything about you. Also I told you not to talk about personal matter. But I am wondering what you do if it doesn't offend you to ask. Since we are completely strangers!** She signs, giving h
Surprisingly, unlike other times, Carol seems to have been enjoying the day instead of feeling depressed. The stranger she got married to has come out as a good company for her at this stage of her life. Damien who has a very polite and friendly personality seems to know what kind of conversation they need to start for not making their time boring. Not everyone can keep up with her, especially when it comes to sign language and having a smooth talk with no difficulties. Right now, both of them are crunching the popcorn and watching a comedy show. Carol sometimes has difficulty with reading the subtitles and watching the show but she is used to reading the subtitles and watching the shows. So it doesn't matter. Damien on the other hand glances at her sometimes, wondering if she is really enjoying the show or not. She has explained that she doesn't need sound if there are subtitles. So, it works out fine. He leans his back a bit, thinking about the day he got married to her.
Although it is supposed not to be her problem, the messages live rent free in her head as she keeps eating the fruits. Her mind keeps questioning random things that she just shrugs off. She rests her head on the cushion, enjoying the sour, sweet taste of the fruit. With deep thought, she keeps eating the kiwis while staring at the space. As Damien moves closer, he notices she is staring at him. He raises his brow, when their eyes meet but she says nothing or does anything. She is just eating the kiwis like a squirrel, while giving an intense gaze on him. ** Is everything alright?** He asks, confused. She responds nothing. The way she is lying on the couch, eating the kiwis like a squirrel, and looking at him, one thing is pretty sure she is getting comfortable around him. He laughs a bit and moves closer, letting her stare as much as possible. However, she sits straight and looks at him, ** I checked your messages!** Damien's eyebrows knit a bit as instant reactions. He g
**Carol!** Brianna stops her, realizing she has done something she can’t ask forgiveness for. It’s only a matter of time before loyalty is tested. Standing before Alex and Brianna, who have always been there, Carol realizes one thing — they are indeed the family of her grandparents. **It’s not what I meant! I know you’re busy with life, and whatever happened to our family was brought upon us by our own stupidity,** Brianna says, looking extremely guilty. Carol, as usual, wears that mask of indifference. Maybe it’s time to get away from everyone. **Sis is right! We are grateful for everything. It’s just that the family has been—** Carol stops them by raising her hand. **It doesn’t matter to me.** She smiles, but it’s not a genuine smile. **The day you refused to tell me the truth about my past, I knew you were protecting something big from me. I don’t know what it is, but you clearly chose your family over me. And I’m not upset about it.** She signs matter-of-factly. There are pl
Carol gently pressed her lips on his forehead before she left for her trip. She was confused by his sudden action last night but it felt nice to see his old self. The travel to Australia wasn't great since she had a very rough time around. Probably because of her treatment and medication, her body keeps burning. The first day was on working there, having meetings, visiting companies and factories. The three days' work she completed within a day because she wanted to leave as soon as possible. Next day, Right now, she just finished a meeting with her clients who are very satisfied with her performance. Of course, it's not like she didn't feel questioned on her disabilities. But everyone is supportive and surprisingly friendly. Right now, sitting outside a café, sipping her coffee, she watches the calm surroundings of the café. The vibe of the Sydney makes her feel better. A way to escape from the world she just belonged two days ago. As she keeps enjoying her morning, h
Carol grabs her laptop after finishing the meeting with her clients. Recently, she has been feeling a bit off with her health. She feels extremely tired, sleepy, and dizzy. The pressure has been getting harder, so she can't actually blame anything else for it.As she walks towards the door to leave, James, who has been helping her, walks towards her with hurried steps.**Boss!** He opens the door, stopping her.Carol isn't used to being called Boss. But she doesn't say anything about it either.**About the business trip. I think you should go!**Carol's eyebrows narrow as he signs. Just now, she had a meeting with a foreign ambassador of a big company from Australia. It's their very first big project with great potential. However, Damien is recovering. She can't leave him alone for a week-long trip to Australia. She said she would send some experts in her place to handle the project.**I know you are trying to be there for Damien. But I think you should take this chance to give yourse
It was chaotic. I watched the videography of our wedding day. So I was nothing but a replacement as a groom and I was the one who initiated it. Did I fall in love with her at first sight? If not, why would I fall in love with her when she was about to get married? And certainly, according to James's words, I actually knew her from high school. The strange thing is that, I remember everyone including my sister who died in the car accident but I don't remember anyone named Carol who was actually in my junior school. Is this even possible to happen? I mean my sister Carol used to live binge movies with cliché parts where male lead loses memories and some part of their life. But how did I just forget such an important thing. Only her, and anything related to her. It doesn't make sense to me but here I am watching a few moments of my life with that woman who cries every night silently. She can't talk or hear. It must be hard but can I really love her the same as I used to? I mean
Damien's POV.... It's the first time James raised his voice at me. It's strange that he would dare to go against me for a woman. Carol? I don't remember her. It's not a fake or prank. Why would I prank something like this? if she is my significant other, I will never hurt her or forget her, even on my worst day. But it's strange. She is calm, composed and knows what I want before I spit it out of my mouth. As if she has the ability to read my mind. ** Stretch your legs a bit!** She says, her expression is usual calmness. How could she stay so calm after knowing that I forgot about her? I don't remember that she is my wife but she remembers that I am her husband, right? Or maybe....!!!! I actually kidnapped her and forced her to be a good wife..... Or....??? Is this a contract marriage? .... No, Maybe a fake one. That's why she doesn't care. ** Stop staring at me!** She signs again. She is really attentive. She doesn't speak. But her company doesn't make me feel boring
Carol walks in, holding her suit, exhausted and hungry. She has just had a long meeting about Damien's absence and how she would handle everything from now on. She knows the love she has for Damien has weakened, but she believes she will be alright. She loves him and chooses to forgive. Until, She steps into the VIP room, stretching her neck. Her attention has yet to turn to Damien's side as she places her suit and bag on the couch. Feeling like she will be alright if she gets some sleep, she decides to take a quick shower. But her attention shifts to the shopping bags. James's jacket is still there. The coldness is increasing; it may snow tonight. She frowns slightly and turns to grab the jacket, but she pauses, finding James standing by Damien's bed and Damien staring at her with a confused expression. "Damien?" she exclaims in her mind, tears gathering in her eyes. She leaves her phone on the couch, rushes to him, and jumps into his arms like a desperate child who has bee
Carol is still in disbelief that his parents are too cruel and self-centered to see how much he's suffering. She thought only her parents were cruel people. But it just proved that people are way too selfish to love someone unconditionally.Sitting on a chair, holding his hand, Carol rests her head on the edge of the bed. The soft hum of the monitoring machine reminds her that he is still alive. His hand is warm as usual. But that hand doesn't gently squeeze hers with the sensation of love.Carol can't help but cry silently. Before the world, she shows no emotion, no agony, but when she is alone, she can't help but cry."I am sorry for everything! I don't want to leave the life I had with you. I don't want to lose that happy me when I was with you. I know that I started disliking you for all the lies, but I can't imagine how I will spend the rest of my life alone! Just wake up. I won't... I will never mention anything. Just wake up. I won't leave you at all!" she thinks between her so
Carol stands by Damien's hospital bed, her fingers gently wiping his hands with a damp cloth. The rhythmic beeping of the machines fills the room. It has become a constant reminder that life still clings to him. The nurse has just finished redressing his wounds, the scent of antiseptics hanging in the sterile air. It's been three days since the accident, and since then, she has made it her mission to be here, taking all the responsibilities, from the company to the hospital. Damien’s face is pale, almost unnaturally so, framed by the stark white bandages wrapped around his head. His chest rises and falls steadily, but the stillness of his body is unnerving. The doctors have said his condition is serious — a head injury that could have gone far worse — but they remain cautiously optimistic. Carol clings to their optimism like a fragile thread, afraid that letting go of hope would cause everything to shatter. Although at first they said it wasn't that life-threatening now it appeared
Carol's exhausted body shifts slightly as she turns to look at Eunice and Sarah, who are standing next to her bed. The movement sends a wave of soreness through her limbs. William walks in shortly after, deep in conversation with a nurse about something she can’t hear.Her eyes slowly settle on Eunice, and she tries to lift her hand to communicate, but the pain is too much. Tears begin to stream down her face, her lips quivering with pain and heartache. Eunice notices Carol staring at her, her hands trembling. Without hesitation, Eunice grabs Carol’s hands and signs carefully.**Everything is alright! Damien’s surgery went well. The doctors are hopeful. It was a brain injury, so it’s complicated, but they believe he will recover.**Eunice signs messily, worried that her misuse of words might unsettle Carol even more.Carol nods, her eyelids growing heavy. She doesn’t feel like moving. Everything feels colorless, painfully cruel, and suffocatingly silent. The silence she once enjoyed n