Rosie returned to the mansion with a sense of determination she hadn’t felt in months. She needed to find balance in her life and address Alex's treatment of her, but she also knew she couldn't do it alone. As she approached the front door, she heard the low rumble of an engine and turned to see Ryan, parking the sleek black car in the driveway.Unlike the other staff who had left after Alex's accident, Ryan stayed, not just out of loyalty, but also because of a growing affection for Rosie."Hey, Rosie," Ryan called out as he stepped out of the car. "Everything okay?"She forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "Hi, Ryan. Just got back from town."Ryan studied her face, his expression softening with concern. "You look like you could use a break. Want to take a walk around the grounds with me? Clear your head a bit?"Rosie hesitated, glancing back at the house where Alex awaited. But the idea of a brief escape, even within the estate's confines, was too tempting to resis
Days turned into weeks, and while Alex's attempts to change were inconsistent, there were moments of progress. Rosie clung to these glimpses of improvement, hoping they were signs of a better future. Ryan continued to be her rock, offering quiet support and gentle encouragement whenever she needed it.One rainy afternoon, Rosie was in the library, organizing the bookshelves. She found solace in the quiet room, the scent of old books providing a comforting distraction from the tension that still lingered in the house. As she worked, she heard the familiar sound of Alex's wheelchair approaching."Rosie?" he called out, his voice softer than usual."I'm here," she replied, turning to face him.Alex wheeled himself into the room, his expression unreadable. "I wanted to apologize for the other day. I know I’ve been... difficult."Rosie nodded, her heart softening. "I appreciate that, Alex. I know this isn't easy for you."He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I just feel so useless sometimes. A
Rosie stood by Alex’s side, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in her stomach. She knew their journey to healing would be fraught with setbacks, but she didn’t anticipate how quickly things would spiral out of control.The following week started off well enough. Alex made a genuine effort to be more considerate, attending his therapy sessions without complaint and even sharing a few moments of tenderness with Rosie. But the shadow of his past behavior loomed large, and the slightest frustration would trigger his old temper.One afternoon, as Rosie was helping Alex with his exercises, he grew increasingly frustrated with his limitations. His anger boiled over when he failed to complete a particularly challenging movement."Damn it, Rosie!" he yelled, pushing her away. "I can’t do this! I’m useless!"Rosie stumbled back, her heart breaking at the sight of his anguish. "Alex, it's okay. You’re making progress. We just need to keep trying.""Progress?" Alex
Despite the fragile truce, tensions continued to simmer beneath the surface. Alex’s efforts to change were genuine, but his jealousy and insecurities often got the better of him, leading to explosive outbursts that left Rosie emotionally drained.One evening, as Rosie was preparing dinner, Alex rolled into the kitchen, his face set in a grim expression. "We need to talk," he said, his voice tight."Okay," Rosie replied, setting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables. "What’s on your mind?"Alex wheeled himself closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "I’ve been thinking about what you and Ryan said. About me needing to change.""And?" Rosie asked, her heart pounding in her chest."And I think I need help. Professional help," Alex admitted, his voice breaking. "I can’t do this on my own."Rosie’s eyes filled with tears of relief. "Thank you, Alex. That’s a huge step.""But there’s something else," Alex continued, his expression hardening. "I don’t trust Ryan. I don’t like the way h
Rosie and Ryan's departure left a palpable emptiness in the mansion. The echo of their absence hung in the air, a constant reminder to Alex of his crumbling world. Alone in his study, Alex stared out the window, his mind a tumult of anger, regret, and a desperate longing to change.He knew he had pushed Rosie too far, driven by his insecurities and fear of losing her. Now, he was left with the wreckage of his own making, but amidst the desolation, a small flicker of resolve began to take root.Days turned into weeks, and Alex found himself grappling with his emotions in solitude. He attended his physical therapy sessions with a renewed determination, driven not just by the desire to regain his strength but by the need to prove to himself and to Rosie that he could change.Dr. Emily Hart noticed the shift in Alex's demeanor during their sessions. He was less hostile, more focused, and increasingly open to her guidance. "You're doing great, Alex," she said one morning, as he completed a
The months following Rosie and Alex’s tentative reconciliation were marked by cautious optimism. Alex continued his therapy, both physical and psychological, and the changes in him were undeniable. He was becoming a better version of himself, the man Rosie had fallen in love with but never truly known.Rosie, too, was healing. Her relationship with Ryan grew stronger, though they kept it platonic out of respect for the complex emotions involved. She spent time at the mansion with Alex, helping him through his rehabilitation while maintaining her life at the cottage with Ryan.One evening, Rosie found herself at the mansion, sitting across from Alex in the study. The room, once filled with tension and resentment, now felt different—warmer, more hopeful."Rosie," Alex began, breaking the comfortable silence. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About everything we’ve been through."Rosie nodded, her heart pounding. "And what have you concluded?""I want to make things right," Alex said,
The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy lying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is lying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes.
This was her way to get back at him, somewhere deep within she always wanted what his fiancé had. She wanted him to flaunt her around in his arms and tell the world that she makes him happy but the world would never know that and she knows it very well. Alex will not take her out with him nor want to be seen out with her in public after all his family name was at stake. Her eyelids become heavy and soon sleep start taking over her. She rests her head on the window and lets her hair cover up her face while a tear drop escapes from her eyes. Love never came to her, she always kept yearning for it and it feels like it won’t come to her ever.