** Are you going somewhere? Carol!** Jay who has been avoiding her since Lucy stole her necklace, looks worried when she comes out of her room. Carol looks surprised since everyone has pretty much avoided her like a plague every time she asks about Damien. So Jay approaching gives her goosebumps. She nods her head, clenching her purse. She wants to get some fresh air and enjoy the afternoon in her recent favorite café. Thanks to the medicine, she can walk. It hasn't fully recovered but she wants to get out of this eerily huge mansion. ** Please let us know if anything happens. We didn't know that you got hurt. So, if something happens, call us!** Carol narrows her eyes, a pang of sadness washing over her heart. They didn't know? She was fucking here all the time after her cousins brought her here. She shrugs, nodding her head. In this house, she is the wife of their Master as long as he is here or he wants to. So she can't help anything about it. After coming to the c
After meeting her Doc, she returns to her old house at almost midnight. She completely forgot to inform anyone that she would stay here. So as soon as she comes home, she sends a message to Jay informing that she would stay out. She hasn't specifically told him where she will stay. All she just said was that she would stay out. She knows they don't care. So it doesn't matter to her to explain everything. After sending the messages, she takes a long and warm shower. Her Doc instructed her to drink lukewarm water and avoid ice water for now on. So she is going to do what she is asked to do. Something inside her has snapped. And she doesn't know how to get out of that unwanted uneasy feelings. Sitting in a swing chair in the back patio, Carol sips her Chrysanthemum tea taking a quiet time to understand and sort her emotions out. She is ashamed of how fast she moved on from such a betrayal and dares to fall in love with someone else again. Damien is charismatic, intellige
Here's a polished version of your text:---Everyone at the company has been eagerly awaiting Carol’s arrival at the office. The party started long ago, and although she’s the star of the day, nobody wants to ask her to come, hoping to keep it a surprise.“Boss, how long will it take for her to get here?” one of the employees asks Damien, who’s also attending the party.Damien himself is puzzled. The party began sharply at 8 a.m., and Carol left the house before 7, right after breakfast. He assumed she’d already arrived, but she’s nowhere to be found.“James, try to find out why she hasn’t arrived yet,” Damien says calmly, though the deep frown on his face shows he’s not pleased.James nods and steps away to a quiet spot to message Carol. But his attention is drawn to Tracy, the temporary assistant helping Carol with her training.“Good morning, Mr. James!” Tracy, an HR team member who’s been assisting Carol, smiles and heads toward her office.“Good morning. Aren’t you attending the
“Sis, one thing I can't understand about Carol!” Alex puts two cans of beer in the glove compartment and looks at Brianna, who is in the driver's seat, a curious frown on his face. “What?” she asks, taking out a cigarette, her tone casual as she lights it. “Need one?” “No! Don’t smoke!” he hisses, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “Why doesn’t she live in her villa instead of her small house? I’ve never seen her go there or take us with her!” Brianna takes a drag, her expression indifferent. “Because she can’t.” “She can’t?” Alex’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Why not? That villa is really big. I wish I could have a nice house like that!” Brianna shrugs, saying nothing as she starts driving, sliding the window down to let the smoke out of the car.Alex just sighs. There is something that Brianna knows about Carol but he doesn't. Meanwhile, James walks into the chairperson's office, his brow furrowed with concern as he approaches Damien, who is staring at his phone
Carol leans over the railing, watching as night deepens into the beauty of the world. Her breathing is slow, her eyes resting in the sky. Despite everything she’s been handling, she feels at ease, almost perfect.Life has given her many experiences, and now, nothing seems to tire her. She’s learned to control herself, her feelings, and her emotions. Sickness, sadness, happiness, exhaustion—they’re all like old friends to her now. She’s fine with her life as it is.On this calm night, without expectations or hope, Carol stands there, enjoying the moment. But her peaceful reverie is interrupted as her eyes shift to the balcony below. She thought the room underneath the lobby was a guest room, yet there sits Damien in his wheelchair, staring up at her. She flinches, instinctively straightening up.She shakes her head, thinking she must have imagined it, but when she looks again, their eyes meet. Damien’s expression is unreadable, though she catches a flicker of some uncertain emotion tha
The word "temporary" makes Damien undeniably upset. However, he chooses to keep his mouth and mind shut. It’s just a matter of time for them to know whether it’s temporary or… there is no turning back.Damien remains silent, and so does Carol. But the tension between them is still there, taking its place comfortably.Time passes; unlike other days, today, the TV is only busy playing. There is no funny conversation, no serious or silly conversation either. Damien is eating his side of chicken, and Carol is having some chips. Their eyes are fixed. But each of their hearts knows how fast they are beating.Time passes, and an hour has finished, but nobody talks anymore. Somehow, the silence today is irritating and deafening.Damien finally moves a bit, lessening the distance. Since Carol needs to focus on the subtitles, she doesn’t notice what Damien has been doing.As she prepares to grab the glass of juice and bends over, she flinches, almost jumping in her spot when Damien wraps his ar
The rest of the day, she spends in a daze and hesitation. What will happen if she asks Damien who brought her to the room? It's an innocent question, right? She can ask about it. But once again, what if he inquires about it? Did she do something wrong? Isn’t it like a drunken mistake? She isn’t even sure if she kissed him or not. Who was it? The footsteps were unfamiliar.She should have woken up immediately. She sighs frustratedly.While lost in her thoughts, Carol keeps herself busy with everything—her medical treatment, handling the police for Ashley and Troy's trespassing and destruction of her property. She has no time to enjoy the weekend with Damien.But one thing surprises her. How it doesn’t matter to Damien—the distance between them. Maybe she’s the one who changed her expectations. Isn’t it supposed to be none of her business if Damien talks to her or not?He has made it clear she doesn’t hold any place in his life. However, in the last few weeks, Damien has been active in
**I don’t know what you’re talking about!** Damien tries to deny it, seeming unaware that this only makes things harder for her.**So… someone else kissed me last night?**Damien’s eyebrows lift in surprise, but he remains silent. She tries to search for an answer in his eyes and meet with coldness and indifference. She sighs deeply.There’s no reason to misunderstand or hide the truth. They’re legally married and allow certain liberties with each other. She has already told him that he is allowed to ask for certain rights as a husband. However, Carol has made it clear she doesn’t want third parties complicating their relationship.Yet, things between them have escalated to an unbearable level of confusion.Carol, observant and perceptive, detects a hint of guilt in his eyes. She decides to stop overthinking. Maybe she kissed him, and he’s simply too embarrassed to admit it. Or maybe—Her eyes shift to Lucy, standing behind them, completely unapologetic after pulling her into the poo
**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