The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

"I can't do it," I hiss. I never thought physical therapy could be this painful. It's already been seventeen days since I had the surgery and today is the first day in my rehabilitation journey.

I thought nothing could beat the coach's rigorous practice, but apparently, this is a new level of pain I never want to get used to. For the past few days, I have been icing my knee and working on regaining the slightest bit of movement. Now, I need to work on gaining more movement, which is a step I never thought would put me through that excruciating pain. "Just five more minutes," my physiotherapist pushes me, but I shake my head. Not even five more seconds. I don't have that kind of strength in me. I just want to throw my body on the bed and sleep that pain away. "Are you sure you can't do more than that?"

"I want to leave," I mutter, looking away, already hating every moment of this. I have never felt this weak, but I also have never been put through that kind of pain. Not once in my life have I felt this vulnerable.

Three days ago, I vented to Rosie about all that I had been feeling. I'm thankful for her presence in my life. I admit that I have been treating her poorly, which is something I'm not proud of. I have taken out all of my anger on her when she

of doesn't even deserve an ounce

my anger.

I guess I had taken all of my anger out on her because she was the closest person to me. Or maybe it's because all I wanted was to push her away. Part of me wanted her to leave because I didn't want her to see me in that state. I hate that she gets to see me like this. I have never been this weak in front of her. I'm used to being her protector and rock. How am I supposed to provide her with protection when I'm like this?

My mind likes to play tricks on me. A few days ago, I had a nightmare about her. In my nightmare, Everest was holding her against her will, preventing her from moving or running away from her. I was in that nightmare too, but I was unable to move because of my injured knee. I couldn't protect her from him.

I was thankful that I didn't wake her up in the middle of the night when I woke up from that nightmare. When I woke up, I

wife. looked at her sleeping figure beside me in bed and thanked God that she was my

Rosie is everything any man would want. She is supportive and know that in my darkest moments, I can lean on her. I know I can pour out my heart to her and she would never judge me. Her efforts with me aren't going unnoticed and I don't know how I can ever repay her for all that she's doing for me.

I can tell that she is starting to get tired, and I don't know how to get her to take a break. Between taking care of me and working on her new collection, she doesn't have a moment for herself. I see the way she looks when she gets in bed to sleep every night. It's like she cannot wait to close her eyes to forget about her exhaustion.

Mateo told me that she was the one who organized the gathering at our place. Having the guys at the house put me in a better mood. We spent the whole day together, playing video games and even board games while drinking beer. Rosie made lunch for us, and I honestly don't know how she managed to keep the entire football team satisfied. They were all enjoying themselves and some of them expressed their liking for her food, telling me I was lucky to have a woman who knew how to make such delicious food.

"All right. I will see you in three days," my physiotherapist tells me, and I put the brace around my knee again before reaching for my crutches. I'm supposed to ditch them in two weeks and start using a cane instead.

When I walk out of the room, I find Rosie waiting for me in the waiting room. A bright smile takes over her face upon seeing me as she stands up. "Hello there! I got you your favorite latte!" She grins, raising the cup she's holding to show it to me. "Hey gorgeous," I say before pecking her pink lips. We make our way to the car and get in, then she hands me my cup. "How was the session?" she wonders as she starts the car.

"Can't exactly say that it's a success," I admit, taking a sip from my

drink.

"What happened?" she asks.

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"Nothing much, but as you can tell, I finished ten minutes early couldn't handle the pain," I fill her in.

"Which is totally normal. Didn't the physiotherapist expect that? We've got nothing to worry about or feel down because of," She reminds me. I love how she's always there to lift me up when I'm feeling down. She doesn't even miss a beat to remind me of the conversation we had with the physiotherapist one week before I started.

"I bet you're jealous of me now because I'm the passenger prince now, right?" I joke, changing the subject, which makes her laugh.

"I miss being in control of the music." She pouts and I kiss her cheek.

"I promise I will do my best in physiotherapy to give you your place back as soon as possible," I tell her. "Do you think we can watch a movie together tonight?" I find myself asking her. "Maybe we can get popcorn, cotton candy or whatever you like and watch one of those romcoms you like." I want to do something I know she will enjoy, and I know that she adores romcoms. She deserves a break, so if watching a movie she loves with her is the only kind of break I can give her, I'm willing to watch ten movies with her, not just one. To be honest, I enjoy these movies too, but I will never tell her that out loud.

"I would love that." The excitement I can sense in her voice brings joy to my heart.

"And maybe you should call Kendall or Scarlett and go out," I add, hoping she wouldn't catch on what I'm trying to do. I badly want her to have some time for herself. "You have been holed up at home for quite a while."

"I'm working and spending time with you. I'm enjoying my time at home," she says, but I shake my head.

"No, Rosie, you haven't been spending time with me. You've been taking care of me, cupcake. You need a break," Nell her truthfully. I'm worried about her.

"I'm not tired of taking care of you, Silas. And it's not like I do a lot for you." Her tone is soft and loving.

"Reminding me of my medicines, helping me cover up the wound when I shower, and bringing me food and drinks all day long while I do nothing. Let's not forget the day you organized with the team. Are you sure you're not doing a lot while working on a new collection?" Her cheeks redden when I remind her of all that she has been doing for me.

"Please, cupcake, take a day off. You need it. Do it for me," I say, reaching for her hand. She stays silent for a couple of seconds before taking a deep breath and giving me a gentle nod

At least I managed to convince her to do something for herselfText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

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