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 just opens the door, finding her two cousins who have been at least a bit close to her over the years. She just walks towards her study room, sending a message to Damien that she has guests and dinner will be a bit late. Damien responds in a short reply and decides to work on his laptop until then. Carol's Cousin, Brianna and Alex, look at each other with confusion when they find a stranger in their cousin's house, being so comfortable that he is wearing pajamas and working on his laptop like his own house. They want to ask questions but judging by the situation they're in, they don't want to provoke Carol more. Not to mention that they both get their share from the company. Especially Briana, even though she is a woman. As three of them enter the room, Carol turns, only to look at them with indifferent expressions, ** What made you bring you here?** Her cousins take a deep breath and look at her with a sad expression, ** We didn't know why Grandpa did that. Grandm
It wasn't detailed but it was enough for Damien to understand what is going on with the woman he just got married to. Her strong and over friendly demeanor is a way to escape her own feelings and try to cope up with everything. What is he going to say about it? Their lives are the same? No, hers is way worse than his. He wasn't bullied to the death but was indeed neglected terribly. But he knows why he was bullied but - Her situation is way too unimaginative. Why would her own blood do such a thing? If they didn't want that child, they could have given her for adoption! If they didn't like her existence, there were plenty of options to let her go. But at the end of the day, those terrible things happened and last eight hours with her, Damien had no idea how much she was holding back. He thought he met a woman who knew how to move on from a terrible relationship. And she was welcoming and friendly with him. But now he knows, she has nobody to rely on. " Alex, Right?" He looks
After having breakfast, Carol sits on the chair in her study room. All the previous files that are important for her company have piled up in her room before she knew. Those are very important documents for her company and she can use them to teach her lessons. But she isn't going to play dirty when she knows Karma will hit them once they realize what they lost. She won't go back to her family business but sitting in her room, playing thousands of melancholic songs in her head that she used to listen to when she was a kid won't feed her. She has inherited a hefty amount of money and wealth from her grandparents that can feed her for years but she isn't someone who will be lazing around. Also the situation right now, without any job she is like an unemployed and she needs to work. For the first time in years, she searches for some jobs that she can handle without any problems. However, most of them don't suit her taste at all. But she can't be arrogant. Beggars can't be choosers.
Damien enters the house, built on an acre of field, surrounded by classic gardens and an artificial fountain. This is built with all kinds of facilities for him to accommodate. Although it looks luxurious but he has no emotional attachment to this house. Even the sight of the huge wooden Door of this luxurious villa reminds him of Carol's house. It's cozy, mostly - It feels like home. The scent of spicy cologne and freshly baked cookies and brewed tea welcomes him with an alert on someone- unwelcome presence in his own house. He wheels himself - Steady and controlled. The scent of the tea is enough to tell him who it is. So, his expression is as cold as his usual self- No expression and no emotions But when he arrives in the living room, he is welcomed by the scene of her parents sitting on the couch, James who is family friends as well, has accompanied them. This sound of his wheelchair rolling on the tiles lets everyone know his presence. The first person who stands up wi
Strong people tend to hide their emotions pretty well. However, it doesn't mean that they don't go through the pain that an average person does. Carol is getting ready to grab some coffee and light snacks from a café nearby where she is a regular. After getting the proposal from Damien, she has been thinking about her life a lot. It causes her pain for a long time and then helps her to recover from the pain as well. However, the instability of her emotions has been bothering her a lot. She knows she is clearly not okay in her house. Even the slightest thing makes her remember that everyone has abandoned her like last week's garbage. Sometimes she ends up sobbing in her bed, having constant nightmares and uncertainty about her life. She isn't in the right mind, she is aware of this. Her next therapy is scheduled on Monday next week which is impossible for her to stay. The house looks awfully empty after everyone left. She doesn't know if she can continue living like this. But she n
Carol taps out a message on her phone, her fingers gliding over the screen as she searches for the right words to ask for a text instead of a call. But the message won’t send, and a strange chill runs through her. She glances around. The café, Chat & Bake, is oddly empty. Usually, it’s buzzing with life at this hour. She comes here every week, drawn by the best hot chocolate and apple pie in town. But today, there’s no one—no waitress, no manager. The absence feels unsettling. The familiar scent of fresh bread and coffee lingers in the air, but without the usual hum of people, it feels strangely hollow. She has watched a lot of horror movies. Although the sound didn't reach her, or the eerie music as background, but she knows how to feel about the oddly empty café with nobody out of nowhere- There are lots of crime documentaries. She doesn't want to entertain herself with this - No, thank you. Stepping outside, Carol tries to shake off the unease. The strange calls she’s been 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