All Chapters of A MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE: MARRIED TO MY ENEMY : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~ CharlesI watched her walk out the door, crying. Even though I pretended not to feel it, it broke my heart.I just wanted to be alone, and she was the last person I wanted to see. My mind was too weak right now to face any emotions.A few days later, I demanded the test results since the doctors were keeping them away from me.“Yes? How is my condition? Am I going to get better?” I asked the doctor seriously.“Well, Mr. McCall, I have good and bad news,” the doctor began.“Go on.”“Which do you want to hear first?” The doctor asked.My brows furrowed in annoyance. “Just tell me the goddamn news!”The doctor swallowed, adjusting his collar. “The good news is that there’s a possibility of you recovering motion for your upper body, but…”“But what?” I asked impatiently.“But your lower body might be permanent,” the doctor finally dropped the bomb.I instantly broke down, tears falling like rain. I refused to prepare for the worst because I wanted to remain optimistic, but now I regret

~ MeganMy brows furrowed. The asshole had the audacity to assume I had something to do with it.“You are not that important, Charles, so please stop feeling like I only think about you,” I rudely told him.Charles laughed mockingly. “You should stop lying, Megan. I know I mean the world to you, and since I refused to reciprocate your feelings, you resort to doing low tricks to get my attention.”I shook my head, pinching between my brows. “I knew I shouldn’t have come in here.” I turned my back on him, walking out of his room as he continued accusing me of something I was innocent of.Eventually, an investigation was carried out, but the culprit turned out to be one of the maids in the house, not even the nurses. But that was only discovered after Charles had fired all his caregivers.He didn't even have the courtesy to apologize to them after everything was completed. It was as if becoming disabled was a ticket for Charles to become the world’s biggest asshole. He kept getting worse

~ CharlesIt has been weeks since I saw the light of day. All day long, I lie in bed only to rise when the therapist comes in for my session. It is in complete contrast to the life I used to live before the accident.I feel like a hollow vase, echoing my sadness and despair with no one to fill the void within me. The only person attempting to fill the void, I pushed away for her own good.I wanted Megan to move on finally. She deserved better, and she would never get it if she stuck around me. But now I regret pushing her away because… I miss her.She was like a ray of sunshine that brightens a gloomy day, and now without her, I am stuck in darkness. The same darkness I claimed to want. I guess now I know my true feelings about it. I want to be happy again but not at the expense of Megan's happiness.Today, like the others before it, the maids come into my room to clean up, leaving the lights on only the dim translucent lights to navigate their way through the room. It should probably

~ CharlesI went to her house first, and she wasn’t home; none of her family members were home, which was strange.I decided to go to her new office, which was where I got my answer.“The boss is away on a family trip,” her secretary told me, giving me an awkward look because I was obviously supposed to know that information about my said wife.If only she knew that it was not always as rosy as we portrayed it on the outside.I rolled myself out of her new office with a thick cloud of sadness hovering over my head. I was exhausted, poorly dressed, and already making the headlines. If only I achieved something from today’s journey, it would have been worth It, but it was all for nothing.I returned home in a mood and found my two caregivers drinking on duty. I couldn’t help but get angrier. “What do you two think you are doing?” I yelled at them. “Is this what I pay you for? To drink and get wasted? You are both fired!”“With pleasure, Mr. Charles McCall,” the freckled-faced caregiver

~ Megan“I’m sorry, Jenny!” Charles yelled out in his sleep, but he hadn’t fully woken up. “Janette…” He added with trembling lips.Jenny? Janette? Why was he dreaming about dead people? It seemed to have become something he frequently did, so I could only guess that he was traumatized. Janette’s case was understandable, but what about Jenny?These questions remained unanswered, but I decided to go easy on the therapy. I hired a radical therapist in addition to the former one Charles had, and most of his treatments were pretty early. I was the only one with the power to wake Charles up from his beauty sleep.He was especially lazy since he lost his ability to walk, and sharing a room with him made me aware of some of his nasty habits.He wasn't as charming as he looked on the outside, especially when I wanted to change his clothes. He still preferred his caregivers, and I didn’t want to bother the newly hired ones.I had to make a list of activities we could do to help Charles in his