The Story of How a Nurse Learned an Unexpected Truth About the Patient She Was Caring For

A millionaire was in a coma being cared for by a young nurse, but when he abruptly woke up, an amazing thing happened.

As Anna Munro moved through the immaculate white corridors of the Westbridge Private Heart Hospital, the fluorescent lights created a sterile buzz.

Even though she had worked as a nurse on this floor for almost two years, something felt off about this day.

An unusual knot formed in her chest the moment she received the unexpected call to the office of Dr. Harris, the head of neurology.

What might it be? Had she been wrong? Was she being transferred to a different division? After taking a reassuring breath, she rapped her knuckles against the thick, gleaming mahogany door. “Enter now.”

Dr. Harris was already standing by the large window, his hands neatly clasped behind his back, when she pushed the door open and entered. His eyes, which were usually so keen and focussed on his crew, were far away, staring at the skyline of the city.

The room smelled of the pricey leather of his chairs and sterilized disinfectant, and the air was heavy, making it feel much heavier than usual. He finally turned to face her and whispered, “Anna.”

She hardly ever heard the gravity in his measured voice. “We need to pay extra attention to a patient assignment. This work isn’t for the weak of heart.” Anna’s eyebrows furrowed in perplexity.

It’s not for the weak of heart.She hesitantly repeated. “What kind of patient?After staring at her for a while with an enigmatic look, Dr. Harris pointed with his chin to a bulky medical file that was resting on his desk. His words were, “Grant Carter.”

She was struck by the name. Her breath caught in Anna’s throat. Carter, Grant.

Grant Carter. The file’s cover communicated the entire narrative, even if the name hadn’t immediately come to mind. A black-and-white newspaper clipping about a horrific vehicle accident was taped to it.

A year had passed since that terrible accident involving the city’s youngest billionaire. He had been in a coma ever since his expensive sports car crashed off a bridge in the middle of the night. In the past, his name would be in every headline.

The CEO of Carter Enterprises, Grant Carter, is a clever, merciless, and seemingly untouchable individual. By the age of thirty-two, the man had established an empire on his own. And now? He was essentially a ghost, a mind imprisoned within an inert body.

Pulling her out of her reverie, Dr. Harris added, “His family rarely makes an appearance.” And the majority of the employees—well, they just fulfill their duties out of duty. However, this patient requires a committed individual.

“Someone who will genuinely… give a damn.” Anna chewed her bottom lip. She could hear the reluctance and the weight that was not expressed in his voice.

And you believe I’m that person?Dr. Harris nodded once, firmly. “I do.” Anna exhaled a deep, leisurely breath.

It was a very difficult task. She would be taking care of a man who might never wake up—a man whose vast riches and influence had once shaped hundreds of lives. But before she even spoke, she knew in her heart what she would say.

Dr. Harris’s lips formed a narrow, hard line as he said, “I’ll do it,” but she could see a slight gleam of approval in his eyes. “All right. Tonight is when your shift begins.

Later that night, Anna entered the private suite on the top floor of the hospital, which was unnaturally quiet. The pristine, frigid operation of the other patient rooms was nothing like this. With its roomy layout, delicately lowered chandeliers, and substantial, dark oak furnishings, this one was intended to be opulent.

Grant Carter lay there, right in the middle of it all. She really took him in, and her breath caught in her chest. He was… lovely, in spite of the system of tubes, the silent hum of the machinery that kept him alive, and the complete motionlessness of his body.

His dark lashes stood out sharply against his pale face, and his jawline was powerful. Even through the ordinary hospital gown, she could tell how wide his shoulders were. He could have easily been mistaken for a man who was simply sound asleep if it weren’t for that dead, unfathomable quiet. However, this was not your typical sleep.

This was a man caught in an apparently endless quiet. With a forceful swallow, Anna forced herself to approach. Out of habit, she checked his IV flow before grabbing the warm washcloth that had been set out for his care. After a brief moment of hesitation, she applied the moist towel to his skin carefully.

She couldn’t understand the peculiar cold that shot up her spine the moment her palm touched something. He seemed to be able to sense her presence. As though he was aware of her presence in the obscure, far reaches of his subconscious.

The only sound that filled the quiet was the steady, repetitive beep of the cardiac monitor. Physically shaking off the strange sensation, Anna went back to work. She took great care to keep his physique clean and well-maintained by meticulously cleaning his arms and chest. “I suppose you have little influence over this.Speaking more to herself than to him, she whispered.

Quiet. “All right. Despite herself, a tiny, melancholy smile tugged at the edges of her mouth. “I’ll take that as a no, then.”

The days merged into a consistent pattern. Anna would be there every morning and every evening. She would give him a bath, change his bed linens, and keep a careful eye on his health. Soon, however, it was no longer solely about health care.

She started conversing with him. Talking seriously. She would share with him the events of her day and the world that was happening right outside his window. As she changed his IV, she would say, “Grant, you should see the food in the cafeteria.” “It is truly tragic.”

“I doubt you’d survive it even with all your money.” Quiet. “I have no idea why I am even bothering to speak with you.”

“Perhaps I simply enjoy the sound of my own voice.” Quiet. More quiet.

As though responding to her question, the cardiac monitor beeped constantly. “Or maybe… maybe you’re actually listening.” And perhaps, just possibly, he was.

As Anna dipped a clean washcloth into the bowl of warm water, she sang a gentle melody to herself. Over the previous few weeks, Grant’s private suite’s clinical silence had grown accustomed to him. The slight buzz of the IV drip and the constant, repetitive beep of the heart monitor had simply blended into the background sounds of her life.

She gently wiped his face as she leaned over the bed. Although her fingers were delicate, they were precise in a professional manner. “I read somewhere that people in comas can still hear things,” she replied in a cheerful voice.

Technically speaking, it makes you the worst listener I’ve ever encountered. Naturally, there was no answer. She shook her head and sighed softly.

It’s alright. By this point, I’m pretty accustomed to talking to myself. She moved the cloth to clean his jaw’s firm contour when she saw a slight movement. Her throat tightened each breath.

Was it all in her head? Her gaze flicked down to his hand as she froze. Nothing. Against the white linens, his fingers were completely still.

Anna shook her head once again and laughed a little nervously. Fantastic. I’m having hallucinations now. Perhaps I am the one in need of a hospital bed here.

However, the uneasiness persisted. Then it happened again throughout the course of the following several days. She was merely rearranging his pillow the second time.

She felt it without even glancing at his hand. The slightest, shortest pressure on her wrist. She looked down with a start.

There was no doubt that Grant’s hand had moved. Even though it was only a fraction of an inch, it was enough to completely turn her stomach. “Grant?She said his name in a whisper, barely recognizing that she had done so.

Quiet. Nothing but the monitor’s steady beep… beep… beep. She carefully covered his hand with her own, feeling his warmth and his stillness as she waited for any possible movement.

Nothing. Was she simply going crazy? Or had something finally changed? Anna was unable to get rid of the sensation. She needed to tell Dr. Harris about it. “Did he move?The physician raised a very doubtful eyebrow.

Feeling a bit silly, Anna said, “I think so.” I initially believed I was imagining things, but it keeps happening. He twitches his fingers. He moves his hand a little. Even if it’s tiny, I know it exists.

Deep in meditation, Dr. Harris steepled his fingers and leaned back in his leather chair. Finally, he added, “We’ll conduct a new set of tests.” However, Anna, don’t have unrealistic expectations. It can simply be reflexive muscular contractions.

Although Anna nodded, she secretly didn’t think that for a moment. She sensed that something was going on. And she wasn’t at all shocked when the test results were announced a day later.

With a little less doubtful tone, Dr. Harris informed her that there was a noticeable rise in brain activity. Her heart made a big leap. “His neurological responses are significantly stronger than they were before.”

He’s waking up, then!She exploded. With hesitation, Dr. Harris raised a hand. “Not always. There are numerous possible meanings for it.

“However, it is a very positive indication.” It wasn’t the conclusive response she was hoping for. But it was sufficient for now.

During her shift that night, Anna sat next to Grant’s bed and found herself conversing with him even more than normal. She said, “I’m not positive if you can hear me, but I have a gut feeling that you can.”

She took a quick look at those powerful, attractive features on his face. He remained still. However, she sensed for the first time that she wasn’t the only person in the room.

So she spoke. She filled him in on her entire day. She grumbled about how the other patients annoyed her. She informed him about the unpleasant third-floor doctor who seemed to constantly steal her coffee from the break room.

She started talking to him about her early years. About the little, sleepy town where she was raised. Regarding her lifelong desire of being a nurse.

Furthermore, she had no way of knowing if Grant was actually listening as she spoke, giving her everything, deep within the profound hush of his coma.

Through the room’s huge windows, the morning sun gradually poured in, bathing Grant Carter’s still body in a warm glow. As it had been for the past year, the cardiac monitor’s steady, regular beeping filled the quiet. Anna was standing next to the bed, her scrub sleeves rolled up. It was merely another day.

One more usual bath. Another conversation with a man who may never, ever respond to her.

With deliberate, precise, and cautious movements, she put the cloth into the warm basin, wrung it out, and started to gently wipe his chest.

With a slight smile on her lips, she whispered, “You know, Grant, I was considering getting a dog.” I truly need someone who will listen to me and not just ignore me all day.” Quiet.

She let out a sigh. “All right, impolite. She grabbed for his arm and gently brushed her fingers across his wrist while rubbing the warm cloth over his flesh. “I was just trying to make conversation.”

Then he tightened his grip on her wrist. Anna froze. She stared at his palm without blinking, a quick, sudden breath stuck in her mouth.

There wasn’t much pressure. Even though it was weak, soft, and even hesitant, it existed. “Oh my God.” Her pulse roared in her ears as her heart started to beat fiercely against her ribcage.

The last thing she wanted was to think it was just another response, another pointless muscle twitch. However, it wasn’t. Because Grant’s eyes suddenly widened in the following moment.

Anna was immobile for a single, drawn-out instant. She was having trouble breathing. She was unable to even think. She had prayed for any movement, any glimmer of life, as she stared at those closed eyelids for months. Those deep, ocean-blue eyes were staring directly at her now.

They appeared extremely fragile, disoriented, and puzzled, but they were still alive. Grant’s lips parted, parched and dry. He spoke in a raspy, scratchy voice that was almost audible, yet it was genuine.

“Who?”

Anna’s whole body stiffened. Her breath paused somewhere between complete amazement and stark, growing panic, and her knees felt like they were ready to give out.

He had said something. He was conscious. The unthinkable, the event they predicted would probably never occur, had just occurred.

As she staggered backward, she hardly noticed the basin of warm water falling from her limp hands and spilling loudly into the immaculate white floor. Then her training took over. “Oh my God.”

She whirled around and slammed her hand into the wall’s red emergency button. The hall was instantly filled with a blaring alarm. A few seconds later, the door of the suite flew open, and a group of medical professionals, including Dr. Harris, hurried inside.

“What took place?With his hands already moving to check Grant’s vitals, Dr. Harris hurried to the bedside and demanded. Anna’s voice trembled. “He took hold of my hand.”

He opened his eyes. He…” Still utterly unable to comprehend what she was witnessing, she turned back to Grant. His eyes were flying frantically about the room as though he was attempting to piece together his location, while his chest was rising and falling in erratic breaths.

What was going on? By no means was he completely conscious, but he was present. In an instant, Dr. Harris’s demeanor changed from one of astonished amazement to one of deliberate action. “I need a neurology team in here right away!”

As they hastened to do the initial tests, nurses scurried, their voices overlapping in hurried, skeptical tones. Even though the room was filled with noise and movement, Anna was unable to take her eyes off Grant.

Then his eyes met hers once again, as though he could sense her staring at him. And he didn’t turn away this time.

Everything was moving so quickly. He was being questioned nonstop by the physicians, who were also assessing his motor skills and beaming bright lights into his pupils. But despite everything, Grant’s perplexed eyes kept returning to Anna.

Hesitantly, she took a step forward while swallowing to avoid the lump in her throat. “Grant,” she said in a whisper. Do you have any memories?He simply gazed at her while blinking slowly, perhaps taking in the question.

There was a lengthy, heavy stillness between them as the room’s commotion subsided. His fingers began to quiver once more, and before she could react, he grabbed her hand. It was a slow, feeble action, but completely intentional.

He closed his hand around hers. As though he had known her all along, his hold was both delicate and solid. Anna gasped for air. Sharply, Dr. Harris glanced up from his notes.

Do you know who she is, Grant?Dr. Harris inquired. Grant took a while to respond. His eyes remained fixed on Anna’s face as his brows furrowed in concentration. He muttered, his voice gravelly and raspy from a year of inactivity, “I… I don’t know.”

“But I feel… like I should.” Anna felt a shiver go straight down her back. Because it was obvious that something deep inside Grant Carter remembered her, even though his head did not.

Grant’s remarkable awakening was followed by a haze of rigorous therapy, incessant testing, and incessant, pointed questioning. His recuperation left the physicians in complete awe. He was very weak physically, but he was getting better.

After a year of complete immobility, his muscles were rigid and atrophied, but they were gradually getting stronger thanks to arduous rehabilitation. But in the mind? That was another matter entirely. Grant has absolutely no recollection of the accident.

He also became more obviously irritated the more the physicians asked him for specifics.

During one of their meetings, Dr. Harris calmly said, “Grant, let’s just try again.” What is the very last thing you can recall?With a tense face, Grant rubbed his temples.

“I… I’m not sure.” “Anything? Where were you? What were you doing?Grant let out a quick exhale. “I informed you. It’s only bits and pieces. flashes of things.

“Tell me about the flashes.” The office fell silent for a long time. Grant’s brows furrowed as he closed his eyes. “I recall a sensation.”

He spoke slowly and hesitantly. As if something wasn’t right. Anna, who had been peacefully listening from the side of the room, suddenly tensed up, as if I were in danger.

Grant went on, squeezing his own fingers into a fist. “A road existed. It was gloomy. After headlights, nothing happened. Only black.

Then Dr. Harris sighed. Trauma survivors frequently suppress the unpleasant recollections of the incident. It might return by itself. However, we must prioritize your recuperation for the time being.

Grant merely gave a nod. However, Anna could see the underlying annoyance in his clinched jaw. Additionally, she had a persistent inner sense that something was wrong with this.

Anna went down to the hospital archives that night because she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even though she had read Grant’s file several times before, she approached each detail with newfound suspicion.

That’s when she finally caught sight of it. She had previously failed to notice it. According to the accident reconstruction team’s official report, Grant’s brakes had failed.

failed. Not exhausted. It didn’t break down. They had been tampered with, according to the study. She felt a chill go down her back. This crash wasn’t merely a sad, unlucky one.

Grant’s death had been deliberately sought after. And he didn’t know a thing. She closed the heavy file silently, taking a trembling breath.

She had to tell him, she knew. Because someone may try again if they had once tried to get rid of him.

Grant’s recuperation was coming along at an absolutely astounding rate. He had gone from being totally bedridden to sitting up, eating by himself, and speaking in complete, coherent phrases in a matter of weeks. He was now relearning how to walk with the aid of rigorous physical treatment. And Anna was there for every single moment of it.

Each stuttering step. every excruciating battle. She was the one who brought him back every time he appeared to want to quit up in a stressful situation.

With white knuckles, Grant clutched the parallel bars and tried to pull himself up, muttering, “I can’t do this.” Anna stood directly next to him and firmly answered, “Yes, you can.” “Grant, you’ve already gone this far. Now, don’t you dare stop.

His breathing was labored and heavy as he turned his head to face her. She wasn’t merely encouraging him with platitudes. She sincerely believed in him, and he could see it in her eyes. And he began to believe in himself as a result. He forced himself up and took another painful step forward, exhaling resolutely.

Anna’s entire face brightened. “That’s it! You’re succeeding!Grant forced a genuine smile for the first time since he had woken up.

It was not a courteous smile. It wasn’t out of duty. It was because he truly felt alive again for the first time in more than a year. And for that, he knew exactly who to give credit to.

Unlike the others, Anna was unique. She never treated him like a weak patient or a charity case. She simply saw him and not the “billionaire trapped in a hospital bed.” Only Grant.

And that was the very reason he kept finding himself drawn to her. The world seemed lighter whenever she was present. Her voice seemed to draw him out of the lingering darkness that still hovered at the corners of his thoughts whenever she talked.

His skin tingled with a sensation he couldn’t quite describe whenever she touched him, whether it was a simple adjustment of his pillow or a hand on his arm to steady him as he walked.

Anna recommended that they go for a stroll in the hospital’s private garden one evening following an especially drawn-out and taxing therapy session. She smiled slightly and continued, “You might benefit from some fresh air.” Grant agreed without hesitation.

However, he was unaware of how drastically everything would change once he was outside the hospital’s four walls. His face in the cool night air. The sound of trees rustling. The earth is illuminated by the moon’s gentle, silvery radiance. He felt human again for the first time.

Not a patient. Missing memories are not a medical mystery. Only himself.

Anna was at his side. Anna supported him by grabbing onto his arm as they walked gently. Grant initially believed it to be a simple aspect of her work as a nurse.

Then he became aware of other things. Her fingers appeared to hover on his wrist for a fraction of a second longer than was required. When she thought he wasn’t looking, she would look at him. Every time he took a step too close, her breath would catch, just a bit.

Abruptly, he realized. She sensed it, too. The same pull. That buzzed between them, that wordless, indisputable connection.

With the moonlight creating long shadows on the garden path, they came to a halt close to a little stone seat. Now, for a totally different reason, Grant’s heartbeat became erratic as he turned to face her.

Anna started to speak, most likely in reference to the time. Grant, however, grabbed her hand before she could. Her eyes searched his, and her lips parted in surprise.

His voice was low and solemn as he confessed, “I don’t remember anything about my life before this hospital.” “But I am certain of one thing.” Anna swallowed, staring into his eyes.

“What is that?He grasped her fingers more tightly. The statements were so straightforward: “I trust you.”

But they were everything to him. Anna understood, based on the way her cheeks flushed in the dim moonlight, how her breath froze in her throat, and the fact that she didn’t draw her hand away. And that was more than sufficient for the time being.

It was a restless night. In his hospital bed, Grant tossed and turned. His mind was racing, but his body remained weak. Then there was a flash. His mind was shattered like a dam by a quick, powerful flash of memories.

It was dark on the way. His wipers could not keep up with the force of the rain hitting the windshield. With his mind still foggy from the tense meeting he had just left, Grant held on to the driving wheel. Something didn’t feel right.

Then suddenly there were headlights, blazing bright. A large, black SUV drove straight into his lane and came hurtling toward him. Grant’s costly tires skidded pointlessly on the slippery pavement as he gave the wheel a violent twist. brakes. His foot slammed down. They were unsuccessful.

He struggled to restore control while his heart hammered in his chest. And his gaze went to the side of the road immediately before the impact. Someone in the shadows was standing there. Simply observing. Then there was total darkness.

Grant’s breath came in sharp, quick spurts as his eyelids sprung open. Cold sweat was sticking to his skin, and his pulse was pounding. It had been such a vivid, frighteningly genuine memory. He was suddenly aware of the reality.

This was no coincidence. A murder attempt had been made on him.

As soon as Anna entered his room the following morning, she realized something was up. He was unique. He had lost the weak, recuperating smirk that had begun to form. He was stiff all over. At his sides, his hands were locked into fists.

“Grant?She walked over to the bed and asked cautiously. “What’s the matter?His piercing blue eyes met hers, but they had a new, icy intensity to them today. “I recall something.”

Anna felt sick to her stomach. “The accident?He nodded once, firmly. “Anna, it wasn’t an accident.”

My brakes were tampered with by someone. And a man was standing by the side of the road, merely seeing my automobile smash.

A new round of chills went through Anna’s body. He had just validated what she had suspected based on the paperwork. However, the most important question still stood. Who? And why?

Over the next few days, Anna and Grant dug deeper. He told her where to search now that he was more vigilant, searching through his personal files, business documents, and anything that would suggest someone wanted him gone.

Then they discovered it at last. Two days prior to the accident, a substantial amount of money was sent. The one who got it? A shell company associated with a convicted felon, someone who has a track record of planning… staged “accidents.”

What about the sender? Carter, Nathan. The half-brother of Grant.

Grant felt the understanding as if it were a bodily blow. With his palm holding the table’s edge so tightly that his knuckles were white, Grant murmured, “It was him.” Nathan. He had always been envious, believing that Grant was the preferred son and the one who truly carried on their father’s heritage while he was cast aside.

It was now evident that he had attempted to eradicate Grant entirely. Anger and terror made Anna’s heart tighten. “Grant, he truly desired your death.”

A line of rough stone squeezed Grant’s jaw. “And now I’m going to make sure he pays,” he replied in a chilly tone.

Grant, who had now been released from the hospital, made plans to meet Nathan in person that evening. As Grant and Anna walked in, Nathan was sitting in a leather armchair in a dimly lit study within the expansive Carter house, idly swirling a glass of whiskey.

Nathan grinned and said, “Well, well,” in a sarcastic tone. “The dead man walks.” A chilly rage blazed in Grant’s eyes. Nathan, why did you do it?”

Nathan sipped his drink slowly and deliberately. Anna, unable to remain silent, said, “You already know why.” “You attempted to murder your own sibling.”

“For what purpose? For cash? For influence?At last, Nathan’s smirk turned to a sneer. He spat, “For everything that ought to have been mine.”

“You were the best kid ever. the heir apparent. This person received everything on a silver platter. You know what, Grant? I had had enough of waiting my turn.

Grant balled his fists back up. Nathan said, “So you hired someone to sabotage my car.” His chuckle was loud and icy. “I honestly didn’t think you were going to live. However, miracles do happen, don’t they?”

An intense anger welled up inside Anna. However, the door to the study sprang open before she could speak again, and two police officers in uniform entered.

Nathan’s expression turned white. “You’re under arrest for attempted murder, Nathan Carter,” one of the officers said loudly in the still room. Nathan turned to face Grant, his face contorted in sheer terror.

“You—you framed me!Grant simply cocked his head. “No, sir. You put yourself in a difficult situation.

Nathan was still yelling meaningless threats as he was hauled away in handcuffs. And there was a thick, deep hush in the room as the door slammed behind him. At last, Grant exhaled deeply and slowly, and for the first time since he had woken up, his shoulders began to relax.

At last, it was over. Justice was done. And now he was really free.

A stronghold of wealth based on years of influence and power, the Carter estate has always been a vast, chilly, and forbidding location. However, it felt entirely different tonight as Anna entered the formal dining hall, which was darkly lighted. It was cozier and more personal.

A solitary, tastefully arranged table near the wide glass windows overlooking the magnificent city skyline was lit by soft candlelight. A bottle of wine sat chilling in a silver bucket next to two exquisitely arranged plates, and the air was filled with the aroma of fresh roses.

Anna gasped. “What’s all this, Grant?She turned to face him and inquired. His hands were carelessly in his pockets as he stood directly behind her, his blue gaze intense but gentle. “Dinner,” was all he said. “Just me and you.”

Anna’s chest constricted. Their lives had been a whole blur for the last few weeks, from his rigorous recuperation to discovering the truth about his “accident,” to the altercation, and witnessing his brother’s detention. However, now that the storm was passed, all that remained was this… this still calm. And for some reason, that made me feel even more anxious.

Anna couldn’t help but notice Grant observing her as they sat at the table. He seemed to be attempting to commit every facet to memory, as though she were an extremely delicate yet priceless object.

She smiled slightly, teasingly, and remarked, “You’re quiet tonight.” Swirling the wine in his glass, he breathed, “That’s not like the new you.” “I’ve been contemplating.”

She jokingly said, “Oh, that’s even more dangerous.” He was not amused. Rather, he bent forward, his eyes immediately piercing hers. Do you know how many people abandoned me while I was in that coma, Anna?”

Her grin dimmed. She was aware. She had witnessed firsthand how his so-called friends had just moved on with their lives and how his family had started to treat him like a burden. Only because one person had stayed had he escaped that darkness. Since she had remained…

“But you didn’t,” Grant muttered in a quiet voice. “You were present. day after day. When I was unable to even open my own eyes, you looked after me. You persisted in believing in me even when everyone else thought I was hopeless.

Anna’s throat became constricted. That was not how she had ever actually considered it. She had simply been carrying out her duties and acting morally. But it had obviously meant everything to him.

Grant’s fingers brushed hers on the tabletop as he leaned closer. His voice was gentle but stern as he said, “Anna, I have everything.” “I have more money, influence, and power than I know how to handle. However, without you, none of it means anything.

Anna’s breath caught as she began to talk. “Grant…” “Grant, let me finish,” he said. At last, his thumb traced slow, delicate circles against her skin as his hand closed around hers.

“I have no idea how that occurred. Furthermore, I’m not sure when it began. However, I am aware that you were the one who kept me alive for every single second I was confined to that coma. Anna, your voice was my guiding light in the dark.

Unshed tears blazed in her eyes. The three words, “I love you,” smashed into her, taking her breath away. Additionally, it wasn’t because she hadn’t been experiencing it. It was because everything seemed unquestionably genuine after hearing him say it.

Across from her, sitting with his whole being exposed, was Grant Carter, the man who had once lived in a world of calculating coldness, shrewd business dealings, and vicious power struggles. And Anna experienced something she had never really experienced in her life for the first time. She was cherished, she felt. Really,

entirely and forever treasured.

She was grinning despite a few tears that finally trickled down her cheeks. “You have no idea how much that means to me, Grant,” she said, as he reached up with his other hand, using his thumb to gently wipe a tear off her face. “Then allow me to demonstrate.”

Anna could tell when he leaned in to put his forehead against hers without actually kissing her. This was not the end. This was just the start.

That fatal night when Grant had declared his love for Anna was months ago. And everything has altered completely in that time. After countless, exhausting hours of rehabilitation and personal training, Grant had fully recovered and regained all of his strength.

The sabotage that had almost killed him had left his body weak and unrestrained. And now? Standing in the main boardroom with the newfound confidence of a man who has been to hell and back and survived, he was Grant Carter again, leading Carter Enterprises.

The man he was before the accident and the man he was now, however, differed in one important, basic way. He was not alone himself this time. He had Anna this time. And he intended to have her by his side forever if she answered yes.

Warm golden and orange hues were thrown across the entire city skyline as the sun sank, bathing the spacious rooftop of the Carter estate in its gentle glow. Anna was blissfully and totally oblivious to what was going to happen as she stood at the edge and looked out at the magnificent scenery.

With her hair softly blown by the evening breeze, she whispered, “It’s so beautiful up here.” Grant grinned as he stood just behind her. “Not as lovely as you are.”

Playfully, she rolled her eyes and turned back to face him. “Calm down, Carter. Very smooth.” However, as soon as she noticed how he was staring at her, her playful demeanor vanished.

Tonight, his eyes had changed in some way. Something more profound. More positive. More… infinity. He inhaled deeply before she could even inquire what was wrong. Then he lowered himself to one knee, slowly and methodically.

Anna felt her breath catch in her throat. Her hands rushed to her mouth as Grant removed a little, dark velvet box from his pocket, flipping it open to reveal the most magnificent engagement ring she had ever seen in her life—an elegant, flawless diamond set in a delicate platinum band.

However, the ring wasn’t the only thing that left her speechless. He was the one. It was the way his normally powerful and assured voice shook just a little bit while he spoke. “Anna, you saved more than just my life. You took over my life.

She could feel the thumping of her heart in her ears. “I believed I had everything before you. Money, power, success. But I was missing the most vital thing. You were missed.

Her eyes began to brim up with tears that threatened to spill out. “I struggled to survive because of you. I discovered myself again because of you. I now want to live my entire life ensuring that you understand how much you mean to me.

His eyes never left hers as he raised the ring. “Anna Munro… will you marry me?The world appeared to come to a complete stop.

Anna was unable to talk. She was having trouble breathing. When the tears eventually came, all she could do was nod wildly, letting out a strangled sound that was half sob, half giggle. “Yes,” she said at last, her voice cracking.

“Yes, Grant. Yes, a thousand times!Grant slipped the exquisite ring onto her finger and exhaled a trembling sigh of utter relief. Then he got to his feet and drew her into his arms, into his universe, into their eternity.

And Anna was quite sure that this was her place when their lips touched in the last of the orange sunlight. Always.

On their wedding day, the Carter estate had never looked more beautiful. A magical wonderland had been entirely created out of the grounds. The walkways were bordered by thousands of white roses. As the guests gathered in wonder, soothing, classical music played in the background while twinkling fairy lights were strung from the tall oak trees.

Wearing a stunning, exquisite white gown, Anna stood at the garden’s majestic entrance, her pulse pounding wildly. “Are you prepared?Her maid of honor and dearest friend, Lisa, murmured next to her.

With her fingers clenched around the stems of her bouquet, Anna inhaled deeply one final time. Then she raised her head. And there he was. Wearing a traditional black tuxedo, Grant stood at the altar and gazed back at her as though she were the only person in the universe.

She lost all of her nerves in that moment. With complete, unwavering confidence, she took a step forward and started down the aisle. She was getting closer to him and closer to eternity with every step.

At last, she came to Grant, who clasped both of her hands in his, his eyes gleaming with an unadulterated love that reflected hers.

They exchanged vows and made pledges to one another that were sworn not only in words but also in the unbreakable tie they had developed through all of their struggles, hardships, and moments of unflinching devotion.

“I now declare you husband and wife.” The guests cheered with delight as Grant cradled her face and planted the most passionate and genuine kiss on her lips. And Anna realized as everyone around them celebrated.

Their narrative did not finish here. The next chapter was just getting started. Grant and Anna stole away from the revelers as the sun started to drop on their idyllic day, strolling hand in hand through the peaceful gardens and simply enjoying their newfound freedom.

No more medical facilities. Eliminate loneliness. No more suffering or mistrust. Only the two of them, always together.

Grant gave her hand a light squeeze. He whispered, “You know, before I met you, I really felt like I had everything a man could ever want.” Anna grinned and put her head on his shoulder. “And now?”

His face was gentle, loving, and limitless as he gazed down at her. “I now realize that nothing I have in the past really matters. Because the best thing that has ever happened to me is you, Anna.

Anna was so moved by the profundity of his comments that she blinked back tears of joy. And she knew as they moved forward together, heading for the golden warmth of the lowering sun.

They had experienced darkness, unspeakable storms, and near-death encounters. But love had prevailed in the end. And at last, Anna felt completely at home with Grant by her side.

Grant and Anna’s story became a testament to something genuinely powerful as they walked hand in hand into their happily ever after. It demonstrated that love is more than simply finding the ideal person; it’s also about supporting them through every possible hardship.

Even when everyone else had given up on Grant, Anna remained steadfast. And ultimately, her love—rather than his wealth or influence—was what rescued him. See you in the following tale.