" She is stressed. She needs to drink more rest and drink plenty of water. She will be fine!" The doctor instructs Damien who looks visibly anxious. James who arrived at the hospital soon after Damien informed him to come here, watches Damien's expression. He is quite shocked but doesn't mention it. Damien showing concern and expression to Carol is nothing new but the genuineness is concerning. He looks genuinely anxious about Carol's wellbeing. " She was stressed. As expected! She has been through a lot after all?" James says, taking the prescription from the doctor. Damien wheels himself out of the doctor's room and enters the room when Carol is resting. She is still sleeping and her arm is connected to an UV drop. " Are you concerned about her?" James asks, closing the door. " She cried!" Damien says, his voice is cold. " Do you think she cried for that bastard?" James takes a glance at Carol whose eyes are still wet. The eyelids are red after crying. " I won't
Next Morning, Grace pulls her car over in front of her small studio that she owns. She has been a successful artist since she was in college and so far she has sold a large amount of masterpieces of her arts and paintings. The keys jiggle in her hand as she takes it out of her purse. Ever since her ex-boyfriend dumped her out of nowhere, she has been depressed. So she hasn't visited for a while. As she grabs her key to unlock the door, her attention goes to the long casting shadow on the door. Her face turns pale, almost freaking out. Her ex-boyfriend is stalking her to give him some money for a while. So it's quite creepy. But soon a voice comes, making her turn her back, " Grace!!! It's Me, Troy!" Grace's frightened expression turns into a furious one as she looks at Troy. He looks awful. The dirty clothes, hair, large eye bags and unshaved face. " What are you doing here?" She looks defensive and on alert. " Sorry! Sorry for coming unannounced. I am just... I need h
Sometimes even a steel bends over when it carries unbearable loads constantly. Carol keeps glancing at her, shocked, disbelief and somehow exhausted. She thought that changing the phone number would be more effective than blocking everyone. However, the cruel and ugly scene that has been revealed before her eyes, makes her angry and frustrated. She doesn't have any idea how those men found her phone number and why they're sending those pictures. But she doesn't have her laptop with her to investigate the situation properly. She can't take any sort of risks by replying to any of them. While her body is shaking with anger and frustration. Also, she just woke up after a long hard time, she feels like crying. Everything is getting on her nerves and she doesn't know how to handle things. She remains silent, throwing the phone on the patient bed. Her tired gaze shifts outside the window, staring at the bright sky with those flurry clouds. She keeps pinching her palm, uncertainty
" Carol! Do you want to swim? Let Mommy and Uncle teach you how to swim!" "Really?" The six years old Carol hugged her mother's knees tightly with excitement. The girl's eyes watched her mother's smile. But she didn't understand the meaning of that smile. It was wicked but to her, it was the most beautiful one. Her mother who never gave her love, smiling at her was something unimaginable. However in the next minute, " Hahaha!!!! Look at this thing. Trying to live. Die, You unwanted burden. I don't know how I carried a trash in my precious belly. Die!!!" The laughter from her mother suddenly brought darkness. Carol finds herself drowning in the dept of the ocean, bone-freezing, sleek black, like there is no dot of light. Black, only black, cold, suffocating and soul-crushing. " Help me!" She shouts, " You deserve to die!!! Die!!!" A voice follows. " No! Help me! Please help me!!!" She screams, trying to swim but finds herself being tied with a chair. Her eyes open
Earlier when Damien was informed about her fever returning and nurses requesting for further tests, he almost stormed inside. When he found her lying on the bed, breathing heavily, her flushed red face and neck, her puffy eyelids, tears strained.... Everything was a shock to him. Damien was raised like a beast who wasn't allowed to show any sort of emotions. He never smiles in front of his family. But at that moment, he found his reflection on her face. When he used to crawl under the blanket, trying his best to ignore his body temperature, that awful feelings of having a fever and having no one around. As he approached her, gently placing his hand on her face to feel the high temperature, his eyebrows knitted with the constant vibration sounds around him. He looked around, and then on the floor. After collecting the phone from the ground, he glanced at her. Seemingly she dropped it when she passed out. As he attempted to turn it off until she woke up, his attention went t
Who is Pamela? The question hangs within her. Maybe his mother, maybe his sister, maybe someone relative? He didn't say he had a lover. Or the marriage won't be valid if he has a secret lover. But whatever it is. It keeps digging a hole into her heart with thousands of questions. While she is thinking about it, her attention goes to Damien who suddenly stops. Although she is feeling a bit shy about a man helping her. But if she tries to say something and what if he says that he is her husband and it's already allowed for them to have their rights as wife or husband.? So, seeing him stop suddenly makes her look at him. And it causes her brow lift with surprise. He is flustered with something. She follows the direction of his sight and looks at herself. He is staring at the strap of her bra, literally turning pink. She just pulls off the sleeve, letting him free exposure on her shoulder. But he immediately shuts his eyes, looking away. ' It's just a shoulder!' She shrugs th
Sheila becomes shut immediately, her eyes widely open. She swallows hard, trying to laugh it off, " Faking power? You can't do anything!" " Well, Wait for a few seconds!" It hasn't even taken a second before the door open, revealing the director of the Hospital and Damien standing there with coldest expression that a person can ever see. Damien hurriedly wheels himself towards Carol who is trying to keep standing. ** Sit down! Everything is under control!** His expression turns soft one. She nods, watching her husband's expression changes into a coldest one. She flinches for real, because she never saw that expression before. " No question asked. I want both of them out of the hospital if you want me to keep sponsoring your hospital, Uncle!" Director Ferber shakes his head with quite disappointment, " Don't say that, Damien! It's our fault that we couldn't give you the best service here. We are doctor with oath of giving our best to our patients. Even if you weren't
How she feels about it. She wakes up, welcomed by a dazzling beautiful day, she is greeted by the kindest and hot young men in the house, a calm and peaceful morning, a Man who always waits for her in the dining room, while working with his best friend, a warm smile although most of the time she notices his cold expression to everyone else. She finds it funny. His expression lifts into the warmest when he looks at her. But when he looks at others, his expression is the coldest. But she has gotten used to it. Within a few days, she can draw a line of their relationship - Friends? Close friends? Probably, or more than it is. The beautiful silver moonlight bathes the world in its glow. She steps onto the balcony, fresh from the shower, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. Frowning slightly, she leans over the railing. Beneath the dazzling light of the moon, a certain someone is indulging in the pool’s cool water. Damien reclines at the edge of the pool, savoring a glass o
**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