Amidst the clouds and the soft hum of the aeroplane engines, Jordan and I settle into our seats, eager to embark on the journey of a lifetime and to create a cosy movie marathon in the sky.The cabin becomes a private cinema as we both immerse ourselves in the movie we’re watching. As the flight progresses, we move seamlessly from one movie to the next, losing track of time in the happenings unfolding on the screen.As the final credits roll, signalling our imminent arrival at our destination, Jordan and I exchange smiles as the pilot announces that we have arrived at our destination.Milan, the city of fashion and romance, awaits. It's one city I’ve longed to explore after Paris, and to be here right now for my honeymoon is super thrilling."Well, someone is excited,” Jordan comments, seeing my expression.“I am. I can’t wait to explore the city, but first I need a good nap.""And a good nap you’ll get at the resort,"Jordan's hands intertwine with mine as we step out of the jet and

The car pulls up in front of the hospital, and Patricia and I rush in. Everything's a whirlwind - just moments ago, we were wrapped up in the joy of our honeymoon. Now, there's this gnawing anxiety, this heavy sadness hanging over us.Entering the hospital feels like stepping into a different world. The antiseptic smell, the hushed tones—it's a stark contrast to the carefree moments in Milan. As we search for Tony and Brittney's ward, worry consumes me. Seeing Tony pacing, worn out and on the brink of tears, my heart sinks."Tony, we're here," I offer, my hand on his shoulder, trying to be a pillar of support. "How is she?"Tony's face is etched with worry as he tells us there's been no change. It's agonizing not knowing the outcome, the uncertainty gnawing at all of us."We're here for you," Patricia assures him, trying to inject hope into the air, hoping our positivity can somehow make a difference.“How's she?"Tony sighs, worry etched across his face. "No change. She's still in a

The door creaks softly as I open it and head to the living room. A heavy silence hangs in the air, save for the rhythmic sound of Patricia's quiet breathing. She lay asleep on the couch, a troubled expression on her face.Last night's argument lingers in my mind. I'm exhausted from the long nights spent at the hospital, watching over Brittany, who still remains in a coma. Patricia's plea for my presence makes me feel guilty for not being able to be there for her as much as I want. I recollect my numerous comings and goings from the house these past weeks, and guilt consumes me even more as I gaze at her, wondering how to bridge the growing gap between us.The memories of our wedding, just a few weeks ago, resurface in my head. The vows we exchanged, promising to stand by each other through thick and thin, seem to echo in this quiet room now. Yet, here I am, caught between my commitment to Patricia and the obligation to be with Brittany during this trying time.I lower myself onto the

As I sit alone in my closet, deliberating on what to wear, my mind revisits the issue with Bryan, memories of his mail replaying in my mind, haunting me. Bryan had demanded to be paid as soon as possible , threatening to expose Jordan's secret. Faced with an impossible choice, I knew I had to shield Jordan. I sought a solution that would not only salvage our relationship but also safeguard the truth from the world. Consulting with a trusted lawyer, we devised a plan that would turn the tables on Bryan should he act oddly.A meticulous contract was crafted, binding Bryan to secrecy with legal consequences should he breach his end of the agreement. It was a document that transformed my vulnerability into a shield, guarding the cherished secret. The pen glided across the paper as I observed Bryan from a distance. He reluctantly signed the contract, sealing the unspoken pact that would shape our futures. I didn’t want to meet with Bryan, fearing any hidden agendas. Instead, I watched from

The weight of reality hits me hard—I can't believe he found out before I had the chance to tell him. Not that his reaction would have been different, but I wanted to be the one to explain. The door closes behind me, leaving me on the floor, where minutes ago I was pleading with Jordan not to leave.Unable to stand, I remain seated, weeping, and wondering how it came to this. It's only been three months of marriage, and now this. What if he decides on a divorce? I can't lose him; imagining life without him feels unbearable.The gravity of the situation hits me, and I crumble into more tears, my shoulders shaking with the weight of heartache. Realizing I've lost something irreplaceable, coupled with the remorse for not trusting Jordan with the truth, devastates me. I should have mentioned it the very day Bryan sent the message, but I just couldn't. And now, my greatest fear has come true.I don’t know how long I sit crying, but by the time I wake up, it’s past nine. Summoning the courag