Reclaiming My Life, Redefining Love

f a machine the only sound. Three years. It had been three years since the self-driving

ack piece by piece, a slow, agonizing puzzle,

fessor, Dr. Evelyn Reed. She held my hand, her face a mix of rel

was goi

shared. He looked older, his face etched with lines of ambition, not grief.

to hug me. He d

his voice flat

t yard. The rose bushes I planted were g

hloe Davis. My old rival. The one whose company was always one step be

you on your feet," she said, her

ist, a smartwatch gleamed. It was a prototype from my company, MindLi

he one I mad

rk said, looking at her with a pra

dent, a tragic malfunction. Everyone believed Mark was the heartbroken fiancé. But a month after I fell into a coma,

ere. Chloe, the brilliant new CEO, and Mark, the suppo

hesized voice spoke. "Chloe, your f

ed to be warm and inquisitive, was now clipped and formal. It sounde

. My art was gone, my books replaced by business journals and awards

his expression turning

pany and our lives for the past three years. She saved MindLink from collapsing

to break down. He expected the fragi

el broken. I di

liar house filling my lungs. For the first time s

li

as this: Mark Harrison was never my true love. The feelings I had for him, the engagement, the fut

gone. I saw him

d, my voice c

y my lack of reaction. He exp

d again, looking him

ced by a flicker of uncertainty. This

man he thought h