The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

Chapter 167

us,

"Welcome home!" I cheerfully say as Silas and I walk together inside our house. We're not alone. Sabrina and Knox are with

and they were with me when I went to bring Silas from the hospital today.

I'm glad that Knox is here because Silas needs somebody to help him feel better. Frankly, I need some help too because I don't really know how to make him feel better. Ever since learning that he won't be able to play football for a long time, he has been feeling down. I hate that I'm helpless. I wish there was something I could do, but I can't. I have already informed Mum that I won't be able to go to the office for the next month and I will work from home because I don't want to leave Silas alone.

I have never seen him in such a state, but I want to cheer him up. I want him to know that this isn't the end of the world. I wish I could read his mind to help him deal with all the atrocious thoughts running through his head. I want him to know that he can lean on me. "Thanks," he mumbles, giving me a smile that I know is fake. I know how his real smile looks like. It's beautiful and bright and reaches his eyes. This one is dull and barely noticeable.

"Let's get you to the living room," Knox tells him as he walks towards him to help him, but Silas stops him.

"I want to get used to these crutches. I'm going to be using them for a long time," he says. The doctors suggested using a wheelchair for the next ten days, but Silas was strongly against the idea and insisted on using the crutches instead.

Most of our family members are already here. It's a small gathering for welcoming Silas home. We're all glad that he's okay, and wish that he can understand that; however, all he's focused on is his inability to play football.

He already knows that our family is here. They suggested to make the whole gathering a surprise for him, but I was against that. I know that he is not in the best state and any surprise may result in a negative effect. "We made your favorite dishes," I say, looking at him.

places a soft kiss on my cheek before taking a seat on

you feeling better?" Naomi

this version of Silas. He gives short replies, avoids eye contact and doesn't smile. This isn't the Silas I'm used to. I want the smiley one who is chatty and

in my power to get that version back. I love seeing his beautiful smile and I will do my best to see

making various types of salads and sandwiches. Honestly, I haven't made anything. I just bought the ingredients yesterday and left everything for Mum, Naomi,

to be a hard task, but Silas deserves the effort. He has always

in a bad mood?"

won't stay like that

get over the fact that my siblings and Aniyah are teens. I still can't seem to forget how little they were one

hate seeing him like that. And I don't mean injured. I mean the

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plate for a moment. "Let's just

set the door on the dining table and

make you a plate?" I smile at Silas. He is forcing himself to stand on the crutches. I know how he looks when he's in pain and I understand that he doesn't want to feel disabled, but I don't want him to torture himself. "Sure," he tells me.

plates for the two of us and make