The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

"Rosie, wake up, please." I hear Silas's voice and feel him shaking ine gently. I open my eyes, wondering if I have slept in, but everything seems so dark to be morning.

"What's going on?" I sleepily ask as I lean against my forearm.

"Do you think you can take me to the hospital?" I frown at his question. Why does he want to go to the hospital in the middle of the night?

He turns on the lamp on my nightstand and motions to his knee, I gasp the moment I lay my eyes on it. It is very swollen and red.

"Okay, give me ten minutes. I will wash my face and get dressed I quickly get out of bed. "Do you need me to help you out?" I ask, looking at him.

"Do you think you can bring me a pair of shorts?" he requests and I immediately nod. I head to the dressing room and grab him a pair of black shorts. I also bring myself a T-shirt and some sweatpants.

I help him put on the shorts, then he sits down I help him with putting his sneakers on. "I'm so sorry for waking you up the middle of the night." He truly sounds sorry and I hate that he thinks he needs to apologize for asking for help when he is in great need of it. "I thought about calling Tristan."

"That wouldn't have been wise. I'm your wife, Silas. You should turn to me," I say, staring into his brown eyes for a moment. He should know that even if we're not on the greatest terms, I will always have his back whenever he needs me.

It's been two days since our fight and other than sharing 'good morning' or 'good evening, we said nothing to one another. I'm glad that he's respecting my wishes; however, I don't know what I should expect in the end.

It takes me less than ten minutes to get ready. Helping Silas down the stairs isn't easy, He cannot bend his knee at all. I'm worried that this may be a side effect of the surgery. He was fine and as far as I know, he has been attending his physiotherapy session, so seeing his knee triple its normal size almost eight weeks after the surgery is scary.

I move the passenger seat backwards to give Silas enough space to sit comfortably. It takes us twenty minutes to get to the nearest hospital and another thirty minutes for a doctor to see him.

Luckily, the doctor tells us that it's something normal to happen after an ACL surgery and there's nothing to worry about. However, Silas needs to stop physiotherapy for the next ten days, so his knee can recover. And of course, icing it is very important.

the swelling. Silas needs to limit

him, I keep my eyes on Silas. He may seem composed from the outside, but I know that he wants to scream at the top of his lungs. He is already

I offer him my hand as the doctor is talking, he immediately takes it. At this moment, I know how vulnerable my husband must be feeling and I'm

to go home?" I quietly ask after the doctor clears him

I know how he is going to view any sort of help provided to him; however, another

I get you a wheelchair to take us to the car?" I cautiously ask, not sure how he

he mutters in defeat. This is a tone I'm

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sure if there's something I'm supposed to say. I hate the state he is in. I may be upset with him, but that doesn't mean that I enjoy seeing how hurt he is. When we reach home, I

you want to say?"

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I see in them breaks my heart into a million pieces. "I'm sorry," he whispers and closes his eyes. "I'm so sorry for holding you back and exhausting you. I'm so sorry for turning into a burden. I'm incredibly sorry for hurting you. I'm so sorry for a lot of things, Rosie." The last few words almost get caught in his throat.

forgive him just because he is hurt? I know that he is sorry, but I'm hurt too. I can't believe what he has said to me. He threw at my face something I'm not proud of. I hate what I did during that period of time. I hate not choosing him

he pulls himself up. "Listen, I will cut down on drinking. I will do anything you want to make it up to you. Just please, forgive me. It feels like I'm

to hold me with all the strength he has in his body. I tighten my

head to kiss his cheek. He doesn't cry a lot, but when he does, he makes me want