THE FORCED WIFE

HEALING HEART

Samara and Hardin spent the day bonding and getting to know each other better. One sunny afternoon, while Samara was busy preparing a delicious meal for Hardin, he sat at the dining table, enjoying the aroma that filled the air. As Hardin took a bite, he looked up and caught Samara staring at him with a soft smile.

Feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks, Hardin cleared his throat and quickly excused himself, making his way to the office. He couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the connection he felt with Samara.

Meanwhile, Samara couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she watched Hardin's reaction. She knew there was something special growing between them, and his blushing only confirmed her feelings. She continued to get ready for the evening, anticipation building in her heart.

Later that night, Samara had prepared a romantic date in their cozy home. She had set the table with candles, soft music playing in the background, and a delicious meal waiting to be shared. But when Hardin returned, he seemed upset, storming past Samara and heading straight upstairs.

Worried about his sudden change in mood, Samara hurried after him, trying to stop him. However, in the rush, Hardin accidentally bumped into her, causing her to lose her balance. With a gasp, Samara tumbled down a few stairs, twisting her foot in the process.

Pain shot through Samara's foot, and she winced as she made her way to her room, not saying a word to Hardin. She needed some time to process her emotions and tend to her injury.

Hardin, realizing what had happened and feeling a wave of guilt wash over him, rushed to Samara's room. He gently knocked on the door, his voice filled with concern. "Samara, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

Samara, still feeling a mix of pain and frustration, replied softly, "I just need some time, Hardin. My foot is hurting, and I need to process everything."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Hardin nodded, his voice filled with remorse. "Take all the time you need, Samara. I'll be here whenever you're ready to talk."

And so, Samara retreated to her room, nursing her twisted foot, while Hardin waited patiently, reflecting on his actions.

It was a lazy Sunday morning, and Hardin could sense that Samara was still upset with him. Determined to make things right, he quietly made his way downstairs. As he entered the living room, he couldn't help but notice how beautifully Samara had set everything up for their day together. The sight tugged at his heart, realizing that he had let her down.

Feeling a pang of sadness, Hardin decided to take matters into his own hands. He headed to the kitchen and started preparing a delicious breakfast for Samara, hoping to mend their strained relationship. Once the meal was ready, he carefully carried it to the living room.

Samara was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in a movie. Hardin approached her, gently placing the breakfast in front of her. However, Samara didn't show any interest in eating. She simply said, "If you want to watch, you can I am leaving."

Hardin felt a mix of disappointment and longing, but he didn't want to give up. He reached out and said, "Wait, Samara. You can watch the movie, but let's eat breakfast together first. We can enjoy the film afterward."

Samara ignored and was leaving the room when hardin noticed she was not able to walk
"Samara, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

Samara winced, her face contorting with pain. "A ghost came and twisted my foot ," she replied, her voice strained.

Without wasting a moment, Hardin pulled out his phone and dialled the doctor's number. "We need to get you checked out," he said firmly, his voice filled with determination.