Synopsis
Avery was badly bullied all through high school. It left him feeling broken and full of self-doubt.
Years later, he’s slowly putting his life back together. But just as things start to get better, his father becomes seriously ill and needs a life-saving surgery.
Avery’s stepmother says there’s only one way to pay for it: an arranged marriage. At first, she planned to marry off her own daughter to a rich man from a powerful family. But when they find out the man is in a coma after a car accident, she changes her mind. She refuses to let her daughter marry someone who may never wake up. Instead, she forces Avery into it—tricking him, threatening him, and reminding him that this is the only way to save his father’s life.
Avery agrees, even though it breaks his heart. He goes through with the wedding without even seeing the groom’s face.
On the night of the wedding, in his new home, Avery notices something strange. The man lying unconscious looks oddly familiar. He finds some old photos in the house….
The man he just married is Lucien—his high school bully. The same person who made him feel worthless for years.
Old memories flood back, and Avery wants nothing more than to walk away. He calls his stepmother, ready to leave. But she gives him an awful choice: either divorce Lucien and let his father die, or stay married, save his father’s life, and gain wealth and power.
With no way out, Avery stays.
As time goes on, he watches Lucien’s quiet, sleeping face. And something feels off. The Lucien lying there doesn’t look like the cruel person Avery remembers. He wonders—was there more to Lucien than he ever knew?
He tells himself it doesn’t matter. Lucien got what he deserved. But one night, Avery trips and falls on top of him… and at that exact moment, Lucien wakes up.
After two years in a coma, Lucien opens his eyes—and finds out he’s married. To the same boy he used to bully.
Now Avery doesn’t know what to feel. The past still hurts, but he starts to see a different side of Lucien.
They were enemies. Strangers thrown together by fate.
But maybe… just maybe, they’re meant to be something more.

Chapter 51- Three Unexpected And Un-invited Visitors. 


Why didn't I visit last week? The guilt was a constant companion, twisting tighter with every "what if," leaving me hollowed out. 


I just wanted to be on my own—no pitying looks, no questions, no one trying to "fix" me with hugs or hot tea. 


Glad I hadn't moved my things out yet; the apartment felt like a time capsule, frozen in the life before Loretta's deal, before the marriage that chained me to hell. 


On the third day—or was it the fourth? Time blurred like watercolor in rain—someone came to knock on my door. 


Soft at first, then insistent, the sound pulling me from the stupor I'd sunk into on the couch. 


I didn't want to open it—didn't want to face the world, the pity, the "how are you holding up?" bullshit that never helped. 


So I stayed put, burrowing deeper into the blanket, hoping they'd go away. But the knock persisted, steady and unrelenting and I couldn't ignore it. 


Chapter 51 - Three Unexpected And Un-invited Visitors.