What trust? hey guys so a while ago, I made this story and, I got a lot of positive result out of it. At the same time, one feedback came back and that was my grammar. So, I now had the time to go back and get those grammar problems fix. so if you want to see new updated story go to chapter 2. it called Trust (new version)

¿Qué harías si te quedaras encerrado en tu propia casa sin saber por qué?

You are twenty-five, and your life is a salaryman who did nothing but writing emails non-stop under fluorescent light. Morning blends into night, and the days collapse into each other until you can't tell one from the next. Every evening, you walk the same streets. Neon flickers. The city exhales. You pass the bars, the arcades, the park - but none of them call to you. And then, one night, you see it. A small shop, half-empty, lit by a warmth the street doesn't have. A gentle voice greets you. A cup waits for you. It's nothing more than that. A chair, a drink, a conversation you didn't expect. Yet somehow, it stays with you. Because sometimes, the smallest kindness is enough to change how heavy the night feels.

Charlotte Jones had a perfect life. She was rich, beautiful, and married to the man of her dreams. Nothing could stop her-until an accident put her in a coma for five years. When she finally wakes up, she realizes the world didn't wait for her. Her life is gone. Her friends are gone. And the worst part? Her husband has moved on. But Charlotte isn't the type to just let go. The past isn't just a memory to her; it's the life she was promised. And she knows one thing for sure: What Charlotte Jones wants, Charlotte Jones gets. Including Mr. Jones...