NovelsBestMadelyn's emotions were a tangle of confusion and dread as she pushed through the door into the sterile hospital room. The sharp scent of disinfectant assailed her senses, heightening her unease.
The moment the door swung open, she saw a man lying on the hospital bed, his face obscured by a respiratory mask. He was emaciated, still in a coma. His hand bore a large, discolored patch of burned skin. He seemed devoid of any signs of healthy flesh.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf Madelyn hadn't known that the man before her was Ethan, she might not have recognized him at all. She clamped a hand over her mouth, unable to hold back her silent tears.
"How did things get to this point? she thought. Her legs felt like they were made of lead; she wanted to approach him but couldn't summon the strength.
'Is all of this my fault?" swirled through her mind.
A voice inside her resonated with guilt: "This happened because of you. He was in that accident searching for you. If you hadn't run away, he wouldn't be in this condition." It took her some time, but Madelyn eventually shook off her paralyzing emotions and walked up to Ethan's bedside. Her voice barely more than a whisper, she softly said his name, "Ethan." Madelyn reached out to touch his hand, only to find it disturbingly cold. She shivered. She wanted to say so much, to somehow awaken him from his coma, but the words were lodged in her throat, refusing to come out. Finally, breaking through her own sobs, she cried, "Ethan, I've come back!" "I don't know if you can hear me, but please, wake up. Please?" Her voice trembled as she pleaded. Lowering her head, Madelyn let out a muffled sob, her tears dropping to the floor and forming small, transient puddles.
Meanwhile, at the Clerk of Court office, Yvonne had a red skirt on. She held Zach's arm while a piece of paper was in her other hand. Yvonne was the happiest she had ever been today.
Her face beamed with a joyful smile as the photographer she'd hired snapped pictures to capture the special moment.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the resulting photo, Zach looked down at Yvonne, who wore a shy but happy smile on her face. In the photo, they appeared every bit the blissful, loving couple of newlyweds.
‘Yvonne put the certificate into her bag, worried Zach would regret this decision. She then said, "I will be taking care of the marriage certificate in the future. Don't think of doing anything to it." "Should I call you honey from now on?" Yvonne asked playfully.
Zach stared at Yvonne's smiling face. In his mind, Madelyn's face appeared. He suppressed the restlessness in his chest and said, "Do you care so much for this position?" "Of course, nothing is more important than being your legitimate wife. Did you know, Zach? I've loved you so much for many years that my ultimate wish was to become your wife one day. And now, you are finally mine," Yvonne said.
Zach did not reply. He then asked, "Where's the thing that | want?" "I brought it," Yvonne knew he agreed to get this certificate with her to obtain something from the Young family. They both had their own goals, and even though Zach didn't love her now, it didn't matter to her. As long she was by his side, Yvonne believed that someday Zach would find out no one loved him more than her. He would eventually fall in love with her.
‘Yvonne took out the shares transfer agreement. She said, "Honey, let's go home after this! My mom came back from the hospital. She's waiting at home to celebrate with us.” The agreement she pulled out were two original copies, and they both had Frida's signature on them.
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