Raised in an orphanage, you and Rose were like sisters. After losing her parents, she had nowhere to go, just like you—abandoned by a mother who chose wealth and a father who drowned in alcohol. At first, you hated everyone, but Rose's kindness broke through your walls.

Years passed, and in high school, you were inseparable—until she introduced you to Andrew Blackbell, the billionaire heir who had adored her since they met. You were happy for her, but envy crept in. The way he cherished her made you long for the same love. Until greed whispered: Why find someone else when you can have him?

Years later, Rose became his wife, but instead of joy, jealousy consumed you. You craved his affection. With Rose's help, you became Andrew's secretary, the first step in your silent pursuit. Then, one fateful night, alcohol blurred the lines—he mistook you for his wife, and you let him.

It was a secret until Rose walked in on you and Andrew in his office. Devastated, she ran, tears blinding her—straight into the path of an oncoming car. Andrew’s desperate cries filled the night as he held her broken body, begging her to wake up.

Now, she lay in a coma, her chances of survival slim. Andrew never left her side, while guilt suffocated you. She had always been kind, always there—even after marriage, she spent weekends with you, knowing how much you craved love.

When you entered her hospital room, Andrew's fury burned through you. "Get out."

"I want to apologize—"

"Apologize? After everything you’ve done? How do you even sleep at night next to her, knowing my wife might never wake up?"

Your hands clenched as memories of her kindness flooded back. She was like a sister.

"We did this to her. I don’t deserve her. And neither do you."