Carol has been busy with William, instructing him on what to do for the surprise and relaying what Sarah told her and the girls' group about her future proposal. Carol's reflection falls on his specs as Damien, sitting on the couch with one leg crossed over the other, watches his wife having a video chat with William. He can hear William, so his expression remains nonchalant. However, seeing Carol in his shirt, her long, smooth legs kicking the air, brings an evil smirk to his face. He extends his arm, gently rubbing her thigh while pretending to check his files. Carol flinches at first but soon looks at him with a death glare while using sign language to William. She tells him they’ll head to the next city in the evening, just a two-hour drive, so they are taking their time. Damien whistles, acting clueless. But Carol is the petty one here. She grabs the cold orange soda can she has for herself while signing with one hand. She shakes the can for a few seconds, letting Damie
Sometimes walking away from what can turn into toxic is a wise decision. Whether you doubt it or not. Carol who has been depending on her own intelligence and hard work to live her life fullest, certainly knows that after every single incidents, her trust for Damien is hanging on a thin thread. One more discovery of his secret, the thread will collapse. Carol can stay with him, like she stayed with Troy. For Troy's all red flags, she puts her pink glasses on to blind herself. She accepted him as life partner. She accepted him as her new normal. But Damien is certainly staying in a different place in her heart. She loved him, she wanted him not because she could easily accept him. Because she wanted him as her Man from the depth of her heart. So, before she will entirely lose her love and trust in him, she will remove herself from the position. It may look like overreacting, dramatic or a lame movement. But she wants to protect the love she has for him. Carol sits next to Da
It's almost midnight. The coldness of the city somehow bites his skin. Damien hasn't heard anything from his bodyguard, who is supposed to call him every fifteen minutes. But there is none. He messages Carol, but she doesn’t reply either.Right now, all he can hear is his heart racing against his chest and the sound of his unsteady, rapid breathing. He doesn't even wait for James to drive. He doesn’t care if the world knows he is fine. After all, the only thing he cares about in this world is Carol.He almost gets into an accident twice but somehow manages to balance himself. It feels as if he is racing against his heart and soul.The one-and-a-half-hour road ends in forty-five minutes. Damien exhales and inhales to steady his breathing before getting out of the car. The lights are on. He can smell something familiar wafting through the house.He hurriedly walks in. The door is already unlocked.As soon as he steps into the dining room, he sees Carol’s back. She is wearing the same pa
" Yes" Or " No!" Either way, he will lose her entirely just by one response. The Carol right in front of him isn't wearing a pink colored glass or a rose-colored either. She is testing him, she knows everything yet she wants to hear everything from him. Damien feels the cold sweat gathering around his brows and nose. His palm is sweating as well. He doesn't know what will happen if he says yes. What if she tries to run away? Will he be able to catch her before she tries it. He can't afford to lose her. Not even in the wildest dreams. He must be with her. His world, his solace, his happiness. She must be his forever. ** I don't like wasting time. Please respond!** She says, her expression bitter and disdainful. Muscles feather in his jaws, as he looks up at her. A chilled sensation crawls under his skin when his eyes meet her blank gaze. ** Yes.. You were!** He finally speaks, leaving her burst into tears immediately. She covers her face, trying to stop making a sound but
**Divorce me!** Carol's expression holds no emotion as she signs. Damien, without thinking twice, signs back, **No way! I don't want to!** His reaction is so strong it stuns Carol into silence. **I should've known that,** she thinks but signs, **Go home. This house goes on sale tomorrow.** Turning to leave, she adds no further explanation. Damien grabs her hand and pulls her closer. **Let me explain. Let's not leave without clarifying everything! I am really—** **Have you ever loved me?** she interrupts, her eyes filled with pain. **You know what? I can’t even look at you right now. The person I love so much has lost his significant other because of me. Do you think I’ll ever be okay with that?** **Carol! Please—** **Even if—** she cuts him off, **you ever loved me for a single moment, I can’t trust it. There might be mistakes. I’ll talk to a detective tomorrow. I’ll investigate further. You don’t have to go through it all.** He shakes his head desperately. **Let’s jus
Carol stops by the roadside, staring at the messages she has sent. All of them are marked as delivered, but none have been read. Tears stream down her face as she breaks into sobs. She doesn’t want to leave him, but she feels powerless. She can’t remember much about her life, and now she’s the reason for his beloved woman’s death and for his injury. She can’t face him.She isn’t upset that he tried to confine her; she’s upset because he might be telling the truth. Maybe he really does love her. But how can she accept his love, knowing she caused someone he cherished to die? She’s fine with being a replacement, but won’t he always see her as the murderer of the woman he loved?She sobs, burying her face in her hands. He hasn’t read her messages. It seems he has given up for good.She doesn’t know how long she has been crying when her phone vibrates. Hoping it’s from Damien, she wishes for once he’d say goodbye with a smile. But her eyebrows rise in surprise when she sees the sender's n
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
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
Damien rushes into the cramped washroom as two women gesture frantically for him to hurry. Carol, who had been holding herself together with sheer will, seems to have unraveled entirely. Curled into a tight ball in the corner, she is trembling, her breathing erratic. Her wide, glassy eyes stare ahead, unfocused. Her body language speaks of defeat and desperation, yet her lips remain tightly shut, as if she’s suppressing a scream. Damien’s heart clenches painfully. “Please move aside!” he commands, his voice sharp with urgency. “I’m her husband!” He kneels before Carol, lowering himself to her level, trying to catch her gaze. Gently, he cups her face in his hands. “**Carol! Look at me. It’s alright. Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.**” His tone softens, his voice trembling with emotion. For a moment, her dull, tear-filled eyes meet his. The pain in them is unbearable, almost physical, and it hits him like a blow to the chest. Without another word, Damien carefully gathers
Carol enters her room with food and medicine. She doesn't know if Damien brought his medicine or not, but having extra won't hurt her. She has already informed James about Damien's reckless movements. Obviously, it made him pissed, but he couldn't be disappointed. Damien is reckless when it comes to his own decisions, so it's not surprising. As she walks in, her attention goes to Damien, who is sleeping, resting his hand on his forehead. She walks quietly, placing everything on the table. She stands next to the bed, watching his calm, peaceful, but exhausted face. Her hand slowly moves to his face, gently touching his jawline. Her eyes burn with tears. She smiles a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring the man she loves so much. Later, she sits properly, her eyes on the floor, as if the floor can comfort her. But soon she breaks down, feeling the weight of exhaustion and heartbreak bearing down on her shoulders. It feels as though carrying the pain is heavier than an
** Congratulations on the collaboration! We are looking forward to working with you and your company!** Carol shakes her hands with the Boss of the Australian company. She smiles with gratitude and nods before noticing her phone buzzing. She ignores it at first and quickly tells her team to wrap things up, so that they can join another meeting with another company. However when the phone keeps buzzing, she walks towards the lounge and opens her phone to check. Her eyebrows raise with surprise and panic when she reads the messages, " Damien isn't at the hospital. Nobody knows where he is!" Realizing something isn't clearly okay, she tries to message James back who sounds frantic through his message. But her eyebrows knit, when she notices a figure standing outside the company, against the car. At first she thinks she is misunderstanding someone else. She has been working nonstop. Maybe it's taking a toll. Because of her mental situation, she told Brianna that she wouldn't be
“What’s this supposed to be meant?” Mr. Crawley asks coldly, his eyes narrowing as Damien meets his gaze with an equally frosty, unreadable expression.Damien’s lips curl into a mocking smirk. “What do you mean?” His voice drips with derision. “Aren’t you happy to see me out of the coma? Or do you think I’m disposable now that I’m not useful to you anymore?”The Crawleys stare at Damien as if they’re seeing a ghost. Their eyes are fixed on his legs, which he deliberately shakes in a relaxed, almost arrogant way. The subtle movement is enough to shatter their composure.“Since when can you walk?” Mrs. Crawley’s voice trembles, her face drained of color.“Oh, this?” Damien grins, spreading his arms theatrically. “Since high school.”“What?” Everyone gasps, the air in the room turning cold. Mr. Crawley’s face twists with fury.“You were fine all along! Why did you lie to us?” he demands, his voice rising.Damien shrugs, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement. “Well, it was so much more
**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