The Sleeping Wolf
Language: en
I spent two years wiping his face, massaging his atrophied muscles, and whispering to a man who couldn't hear me. Or so I thought. On the day Caleb Sterling finally opened his eyes, his "first love," Chloe, swept into the room in a white dress, holding a bouquet of lilies. "Caleb," she sobbed beautifully. "I’ve taken care of you for two years. You’re finally back. Will you marry me?" He stared at her blankly, then reached out and took the flowers. Standing in the corner, I felt my heart shrivel. Two years of devotion, erased in a second. I was just the background character in their…