All Chapters of Accidental Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I lay there, broken and battered, as Alex held me close. His tears fell on my face, mixing with my own.The pain radiated all over my body. I could feel the bruises forming."I'm so sorry, Sarah," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I don't know what comes over me. I love you so much."I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think that this time would be different. But deep down, I knew it was all a lie."You provoke me," he said, his voice laced with blame. "You pushed me to this. If you just listened to me, if you just did what I said, this wouldn't have happened."I felt a surge of anger, but I knew better than to express it. I knew that would only make things worse."I'm sorry," I lied, trying to placate him. "I'll try to do better, I'll be a better wife."He stroked my hair, his touch gentle now. "I love you, Sarah. I don't want to hurt you. But you need to understand me. I have a temper. I can't help it, you make me mad"I nodded, feeling trapped. I knew I had to escape, but I didn't

Ethan's Point of view:I was driving home from a short but tiring day at work, my mind still reeling from the meeting with our company's potential investors. We were trying to secure funding for our new project, and I was determined to make it happen because the weight of it rested heavily on my shoulders. As I navigated through the crowded streets of Manhattan, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. We were one step closer to making our vision a reality.The sun was setting over the towering skyscrapers, casting a warm orange glow over the city. I rolled down my window, letting the cool evening air fill the car, and breathed in the sounds of the city: honking horns, chattering pedestrians, and the wail of sirens in the distance.I noticed a street performer, a master of his craft, juggling clubs and spinning plates. I watched in awe as he expertly kept everything in the air, drawing a small crowd of onlookers. I smiled, feeling a sense of joy that I hadn't felt all day.I turne

Sarah’s Point of view As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with the sterile smell of a hospital room. I tried to remember how I got there, but my memories were fuzzy. I recalled running down the street, then...nothing. Panic set in as I scrambled to piece together what happened. A gentle voice spoke beside me, "Hey, you're awake. I'm so glad to see you're okay." I turned to see a blond guy with hazel eyes and a concerned expression. He introduced himself as Ethan, and I had no idea who he was or why he was sitting beside my bed. The doctor came in to check on me, and Ethan stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a strange sense of calm with him nearby, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing. As the doctor left, Ethan returned to my bedside, his expression hesitant. "Can I stay?" he asked. "I want to make sure you're okay." I nodded, still trying to process everything. Ethan's presence was comforting, but I couldn't understand why he

Ethan's Point of view:As I got ready for dinner at my grandpa's house, my mind kept wandering back to Sarah, the pretty redhead I had hit with my car just a few days ago. I couldn't help but wonder how she was feeling now, if she was recovering well from her injuries. I made a mental note to get her a get-well-soon card, an "I'm sorry" card, and some flowers. I wasn't really sure why I was so invested in her well-being, but I couldn't shake off the feeling."Mr. Ethan, your car is ready," Ben, my driver, called out to me.I nodded, grabbing my phones and heading out the door. As we drove to my grandpa's house, my mind kept drifting back to Sarah. I found myself smiling, feeling a sense of happiness that I couldn't quite explain.As I stepped out of my car and onto the winding driveway of my grandfather's mansion, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. The trees towered above, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, whispering secrets of the past. I have always loved visiting this p

Ethan's Point of view:The warm sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office cast a golden glow on the sleek, modern furniture and the bustling city below. As COO of my family's company, I had grown accustomed to the trappings of success - the plush carpet, the polished wood, the hum of productivity. But on days like this, when the sun shone bright and the world felt full of possibility, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.I sat at my desk, scanning the latest financial reports, my mind focused on the numbers and strategies that would drive our company's success. The soft click of the keyboard, the rustle of papers, and the occasional ring of the phone created a soothing background melody, a symphony of productivity.Just then, Nora, my grandfather's assistant, knocked on the door, her gentle tap a subtle interruption to the rhythm of my work. "Ethan, your grandfather wants to see you," she said, her voice soft and deferential.I nodde