Carol's misunderstanding about his identity shattered into pieces when she stepped into the luxury mansion that Damien 'owns'. Not a gift from his rich family or anything inherited like she did. She has a few Villas million dollars worth but this is just out of questions - Not when she thought he has his own business and he is an illegitimate son with not so strong support. Eunice is the only one who knows about the Crawley Family. But Carol who deals with rich clients has no idea about the Crawley family at all. Since all her concentration was on the companies that are quote- unquote were in the same level as her grandpa's company. She is just impressed with the true luxury of this mansion. As Carol drifts through the hallway, her fingertips brush the walls, feeling the textures beneath her skin. The space is quiet—comfortably so—and she lets herself relax. But just as she rounds a corner, she pauses, turning her head slightly. A familiar presence is near. When she turns full
She settles in-- In this large mansion. Although the question is why he needs such a big house all alone keeps bothering her. But it's obviously none of her business. Carol is considered a rich woman. As a business woman as well. Owning a few Villas, a multi-million bank balance and her grandparents' sole inheritance. However, she is quite interested in Damien, A man who could have gotten someone perfect just by showing this house. Today, after settling in, she sits on a chair, wooden and designed with perfection. She grabs her phone. After entering the room, one thing amazed her that - Damien actually filled the room with everything. Literally everything that she needs. Underwear to her hair clips. Sunscreen to shampoo and everything is the brand that she uses. He might ask Eunice or notice them in her house. She doesn't know. But it's true that he went on a rampage to bring everything. It makes her wonder more... More about the Man she married. Carol's life is on rout
After dropping Carol off with Damien, Eunice makes the familiar drive back to her apartment. By the time she gets home, the city lights are dim, and the quiet hum of her space feels like a relief. She collapses on the couch, her thoughts still swirling from the strange tension between Carol and Damien. The whole situation feels like it came out of nowhere, and part of her can’t believe how fast things have shifted in Carol’s life. The next morning, Eunice’s phone buzzes with a group message from her closest friends—Sarah, Grace, and Katie, the same three who had stood beside her as bridesmaids at Carol’s sudden wedding. Grace: “Brunch at Eunice’s place? We need to catch up.” Katie: “I’m in. I want the tea about Carol and her new husband!” Eunice smiles, knowing a meet-up is exactly what she needs. The girls arrive an hour later, filling her apartment with their usual chatter and laughter. They gather in the living room, spreading out comfortably with coffee and croissants. Euni
Carol glances at the clothes. Lots of them are really worth more than 100K. She presses her forehead. Damien shouldn't have spent thousands of dollars on clothes for her - Not even his serious wife who he will spend forever. She grabs a knee length dress. The floral sundress in blue catches her attention. As she grabs one, her attention swiftly moves on the floor. The footsteps are approaching her. She turns, knowing it can't be Damien. Her eyebrows knit when the vibration stops. Someone just entered her room, walked towards the closet room and stopped moving. She grabs the dress, a purse and a pearl necklace with earrings. As she opens the door with caution, a person turns and gives a professional smile, " I am Alex! The Butler of this house. The young Master told me to call you downstairs! Ma'am!" Carol tries to read his lips. But from time to time he covers his lips with nervousness. She frowns narrowly. There is no reason for him to cover his face. ** Well! Do you know s
Carol roams around the city, enjoying the new vibe in her life. She visited here when she was in high school for science projects. But she didn't have any memorable collections to feel attracted to come here again. But today, things look different. She has money that she didn't have when she came here the first time. She remembers bringing only five bucks extra to get a sandwich and a glass of water. Since she was so thoughtful of using her grandparents' money, she didn't waste their money at all. She will have her own money and will spend it on her own. But today she missed her grandparents all day long. They were the only people who gave everything to make her smile. But she can't. They'll never return to her life and will enjoy a meal like she always dreamed. Maybe in heaven, she will surely be with them. She glances at her phone. Some messages from Damien about her lunch and whereabouts, some messages from her friends in group chat and some notifications from her assist
When she says goodbye to William who will leave the city tonight, it's already past 4. Even at this moment, she doesn't have the slightest knowledge about her being late to return home. By the time, she starts walking, the wind starts blowing around, and the hint of rain soon appears before her eyes. She hurriedly grabs her phone, decides to send a message for Uber. However, when she opens her phone and glances at the concerned messages from Damien, a rush of regret and panic makes her feel worse. She has forgotten such an important thing. The desire to slap herself hits her mind but before she can do it, the downpour has showered her within a second. She hurriedly rushes towards the café, taking a quick shelter. ' Such a worst timing!' She grunts disappointedly and sends a message to Damien. She apologizes, informing him that she lost track of time and now she is stuck here. Damien reads the messages immediately, making her wonder if he has been waiting for her reply. She rubs he
" 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
**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