Unwanted Husband, Unwritten Future

A dull ache throbbed at the back of my head.

I woke up in a stark white hospital room, not knowing where I was, or even who I was.

Then they came-my adoptive parents, my wife Olivia, and my brother Liam.

Instead of concern, their faces were etched with annoyance.

They called me Ethan, but the name felt foreign.

They spoke about me as if I were furniture, criticizing my "stunts" and how I always sought attention.

Olivia, stunning and cold, entered, her eyes reflecting deep dislike.

Liam softened instantly for her.