Synopsis
Avery was badly bullied all through high school. It left him feeling broken and full of self-doubt.
Years later, he’s slowly putting his life back together. But just as things start to get better, his father becomes seriously ill and needs a life-saving surgery.
Avery’s stepmother says there’s only one way to pay for it: an arranged marriage. At first, she planned to marry off her own daughter to a rich man from a powerful family. But when they find out the man is in a coma after a car accident, she changes her mind. She refuses to let her daughter marry someone who may never wake up. Instead, she forces Avery into it—tricking him, threatening him, and reminding him that this is the only way to save his father’s life.
Avery agrees, even though it breaks his heart. He goes through with the wedding without even seeing the groom’s face.
On the night of the wedding, in his new home, Avery notices something strange. The man lying unconscious looks oddly familiar. He finds some old photos in the house….
The man he just married is Lucien—his high school bully. The same person who made him feel worthless for years.
Old memories flood back, and Avery wants nothing more than to walk away. He calls his stepmother, ready to leave. But she gives him an awful choice: either divorce Lucien and let his father die, or stay married, save his father’s life, and gain wealth and power.
With no way out, Avery stays.
As time goes on, he watches Lucien’s quiet, sleeping face. And something feels off. The Lucien lying there doesn’t look like the cruel person Avery remembers. He wonders—was there more to Lucien than he ever knew?
He tells himself it doesn’t matter. Lucien got what he deserved. But one night, Avery trips and falls on top of him… and at that exact moment, Lucien wakes up.
After two years in a coma, Lucien opens his eyes—and finds out he’s married. To the same boy he used to bully.
Now Avery doesn’t know what to feel. The past still hurts, but he starts to see a different side of Lucien.
They were enemies. Strangers thrown together by fate.
But maybe… just maybe, they’re meant to be something more.

Chapter 98 - The Great Closet Escape Fail


Peeking through that tiny goddamn hole in the closet door was like watching a slow-motion train wreck, and I was the idiot passenger strapped in for the ride.


There she was—Mrs. Loretta, striding toward the closet like she owned the place. 


My heart was doing somersaults, pounding so hard I swear it was gonna bruise my ribs.


Shit, why couldn't this woman just mind her own business for once?


"Come on, Lucien, you dumbo," I whispered to myself, my voice barely a breath. "Do something! Distract her, trip her, hell, start dancing the Macarena if you have to—just get her away from here!"


I was mentally screaming at him, willing him to read my mind through the wood.


If only telepathy was a thing... I'd be yelling, "Save my ass, you bastard!"


My face wasn't the only thing sweaty now—oh no, my whole body had decided to join the party.


Even my ass was as sweaty as my forehead, like I'd sat in a puddle of my own panic.
