Betrayal:The Billionaire accidental Bride

Hospitalized

My world had been turned upside down. Josh's decision to call off the wedding had left me reeling, and the fallout from my father's unexpected hostility had only added to my sense of despair. I found myself retreating into me, shutting out the world and refusing to eat. It was as if my entire life had been thrown into disarray, and I didn't know how to put the pieces back together.

I remained holed up in my room, consumed by a deep sense of hopelessness. Visitors came and went, but I barely noticed their presence. My friend Tamiya, was one of the few people who made an effort to spend time with me, but even she was often out of the house, leaving me to my thoughts.

One day, as Tamiya returned home to find me still in my room, I decided to break the silence that had enveloped the house. ", what's up nowadays? You've been so busy," I ventured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tamiya looked at me with sympathy in her eyes, understanding the pain that I was going through. "Sarah, I'm sorry if I haven't been around much. I just thought you needed some alone time to process everything that happened," Tamiya said gently, taking a seat next to Sarah on the bed.

My eyes filled with tears as I struggled to find the right words. "The wedding was only postponed, so I still have hope with the man I love," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

Tamiya's eyes widened in surprise at my declaration.like She hadn't expected to hear those words from her Sister," I asked myself inwardly.

"When is the next wedding?" Tamiya inquired, her concern evident.

"In three months," I answered,my hands trembling. The weight of my emotions became too much to bear, and before I knew it, I felt myself slipping into a state of overwhelming distress. My head began to spin, and the next moment, I felt like a walking zombie, disconnected from the world around me.It was just a month after the incident

Concerned for my well-being, Tamiya ,my sister quickly sprang into action, rushing me to the hospital. As I lay in the emergency bed, my mind in turmoil and my heart heavy with pain, I couldn't help but wonder how everything had unraveled so quickly. The uncertainty of my future loomed large, and I felt as though I was teetering on the edge of an abyss.then I lost it.

In the hospital, I woke up to find I was surrounded by the bustle of medical staff, the beeping of machines, and the hushed conversations of concerned friends. I felt like a spectator in my own life, unable to fully comprehend the gravity of my situation. The doctors conducted a battery of tests, trying to diagnose the cause of my sudden collapse.

As we waited for the results, Tamiya sat by my side, offering me quiet reassurance. "You'll be okay, Sarah. I am here for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth and compassion.

I managed a weak smile, grateful for Tamiya's steadfast presence. I realized that I was not alone in my struggle, and even if I felt repelled from her, She cared deeply about well-being.

The test results eventually came back, revealing that My physical health was stable, but my emotional and mental state needed attention. The doctor recommended therapy and counseling to help me navigate the complex emotions I was experiencing. I agreed to seek professional help, recognizing that I couldn't go on living in a state of perpetual despair.

I underwent therapy, gradually opening up about the pain and confusion that had engulfed her. With the help of a compassionate therapist, I began to process my feelings and gain a deeper understanding of the events that had led to my current state. My sessions provided a safe space for me to unravel the tangled web of emotions that had ensnared me, and I slowly started to find a sense of clarity and purpose.

As my healing journey continued,I also found solace in the support of my loved ones. Tamiya, in particular, emerged as a steadfast source of encouragement and comfort. She would often sit with me, lending a listening ear and offering words of wisdom that resonated deeply with my troubled heart.She brought me books to read so as not to get bored while alone

Tamiya gently broached the subject of Josh and the future of their relationship. "Sarah, I know this has been incredibly difficult for you, but have you given any thought to what comes next?" Tamiya asked, her expression filled with genuine concern.

I sighed and looked down, her mind flooded with conflicting thoughts and emotions. "I don't know, Tamiya. It's all so overwhelming. Part of me still hopes for a future with Josh, but another part feels like I'm grasping at straws," she confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Tamiya reached out and took my hand, offering me a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay to feel torn. This is a tumultuous time for you, and it's natural to have conflicting emotions. Just take things one step at a time, and give yourself the space to heal," she advised, her eyes filled with empathy.

Those words resonated deeply with me, and I found myself feeling a renewed sense of determination.I realized that I needed to focus on my own well-being before I could contemplate the complexities of my relationship with Josh. The wedding postpone had caused me a lot of trauma, I could not go anywhere ,I feared the way people looked at me like I was an outcast. But by now I began to take small steps toward reclaiming my sense of self-worth and resilience.

As I lay in the sterile hospital room, my mind was spinning with the events that had led me here. The shouting, the accusations, and the overwhelming sense of betrayal hung heavy in the air. I couldn't believe how quickly everything had unraveled.

Just a few weeks ago, I had been on cloud nine. Josh had proposed to me in the most romantic way, and we had started planning our dream wedding. I was over the moon, thrilled to spend the rest of my life with the man I loved.

But then, everything changed. That night of celebrating my upcoming wedding I met a stranger. It was unexpected, and I never meant for it to happen. I found myself staring at the few messages from my secret admirer, I wondered who he was ,and why he wanted to be a secret.

His last message had read" I know things will not be alright at home , your bills are paid in advance at the hospital and I need to send you money ,so you can use it ,if things get worse!, open an account,I will get the details myself"

With these texts, getting rampant since I received one daily and I was not supposed to reply to them.A secret admirer admires you from a distance,I had thought if only we talked I would explain to him my course, Josh had gone quiet on me , even when I called he never picked my calls. I sensed something was off, since that day he had confronted me. In a moment of weakness, I had not confessed to the affair, and the devastation in his eyes had shattered me.He thought I knew this stranger in my bed but if only he could believe me.

I knew I had made a terrible mistake. I was in love with Josh — there was no question about that. But for the few weeks I had closed myself up in my room and cried I was also inexplicably drawn to this other man, and I could not understand why. I was lost in a tangled web of emotions, unable to see a clear path forward.

My parents were not the best, they did not give me peace of mind ,My father said I should be starving and my mother always got abusive every time she got a chance with me.

The argument with my parents had been explosive. They had raised me to be honest and honorable, and the news of my infidelity had rocked their world. I could still hear the accusations ringing in my ears, and the disappointment in their voices cut me to the core.

As I lay in the hospital bed, I couldn't shake the feeling of regret and shame. I had hurt the people I cared about the most, and now I was paying the price. I wished I could turn back time and make different choices, but this choice was not mine and if I were to chose I would choose Josh any day. I knew that was not possible, He had called my father and called off the wedding to a latter date. All I could do now was face the consequences and try to make amends.Its only me and him who knew it's in three months time,I was supposed to inform my siblings but how can I do that if they do not want to listen.

Just then, the door to the hospital room creaked open, and my mother stepped inside. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she looked exhausted from the strain of the past few days.

"Sweetheart," she said softly, taking a seat beside my bed. "How are you feeling?"

I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at her. "Mom, I'm so sorry," I whispered, the tears welling up in my eyes. "I never meant to cause so much pain."

My mother reached out and took my hand, her grip gentle yet firm. "I know, darling," she said, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and compassion. "We all make mistakes. What's important now is that we figure out how to move forward from this."

I nodded, feeling the weight of my mistakes pressing down on me. "I don't know if Josh will ever forgive me," I admitted, my voice shaky with emotion.

Mom sighed, her eyes full of understanding. "It will take time, but I believe he still loves you. And if he's willing to work through this, you'll both need to be patient and open with each other."

I knew she was right, but the fear of losing Josh was like a heavy stone in my chest. I couldn't imagine my life without him, and I couldn't bear the thought of him walking away from our relationship.I was not sure why mother was acting sweet all of a sudden,Maybe they realised I was their daughter and I deserved to be cared for ,Maybe they believe it was not my fault .

Just then, the door opened once again, and my father stepped into the room. His expression was stern, but I could see the underlying concern in his eyes.

"How are you feeling, kiddo?" he asked, his voice gruff yet gentle.Last time my father called me that it was before my teenage years. Since Tamiya came to my home things changed, and now She appears to be their daughter and I am the outcast.

I sniffed back my tears and nodded. "I'm okay, Dad. I'm just so sorry for everything."

My father took a seat on the other side of the bed, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. "I won't pretend that I'm not disappointed in you" he said, his tone serious. "But you're our daughter, and we'll stand by you through this. We'll support you as you try to make things right."

I felt a surge of gratitude and guilt wash over me. My parents didn't deserve to be dragged into my mess, yet here they were, offering me their love and this feels nice ,the love I had yearned for over the years came to me at last.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to make it up to you both," I said, my voice filled with emotion.

My father sighed, his eyes softening. "We're not looking for grand gestures, Sarah. We just want to see you learn from this and grow into the person we know you can be."

As the hours passed, we talked through the events that had led to my hospitalization. My parents listened without judgment, offering their advice and comforting words. They reminded me that everyone makes mistakes, but it's how we handle them that defines our character.I stayed there for a week.