Unwanted Husband, Unwritten Future

a machine somewhere to my right. I opened my eyes to a world of blinding white, the ceiling, the walls, the thin

t slipped away like smoke. Panic started to build in my chest, a cold, tight feeling.

g softly on the polished floor. She s

awake. That' s good.

t my name? It s

asked, my voice ra

unconscious for two days," she explained, checking the IV drip conn

ust a word, a hollow shape in my empty mind. Be

etched with impatience rather than concern. They were followed by a younger ma

oice dripping with annoyance. "Wasting all this time and

ed hair. "Ethan, must you always seek attention in the most troublesome way

s face that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Ethan, brother, you

sharp, and though I didn't understand the history behind them, I felt the sting of their

hem, trying to find a flicker of recognition, a hint of affection. Ther

essed in a sharp business suit, her expression unreadable. Her eyes met mine for a fraction of a se

ning instantly. He went to her side, p

sked, her gaze fixed on Li

st lying there, like always. Honestly, Oliv

eyes sweeping over my hospital gown with contempt. "The press is already sniffing around. They

d me. Her heart, her attention, it was all for Liam. The way they looked at each other, the easy fami

ve me. Whispers from the hallway drifted in. "That' s him, the artist who married Olivia Reed." "I heard

. My life. A life of begging for love from people who had none to give me. A life

n't remembe

looked at me and saw a failure, a burden. They saw years of desperate behavior, of

on I didn' t even remember being in. They thought I was the same weak, desperate Et

white room, surrounded by people who wished I

I reached for the phone on the bedside table. My fingers fel

friend. I didn't

ed a l

my voice steady. "And I want to discuss

begin. The old one was a bo