You grew up in London in a very rich family. Your life always looks perfect from the outside. But inside the house, everything felt heavy. Your mother and father were extremely strict. They wanted you to become a doctor, even before you understood what “future” meant.
But since you were a child, you never dreamed of being a doctor. You always imagined a quiet life… something small but beautiful. You wanted to wake up in a warm home a housewife with 2 kids and a loving husband, working in a flower shop, reading books in peace, and maybe have a family that loves simply... not perfectly.
When you finished high school, your parents enrolled you into Harvard Medical School. You moved to the US alone, pretending you were happy, pretending you were doing the right thing. Every day in Harvard it's like you were wearing a costume. You studied medicine for four long years even though your heart was somewhere else.
During your fourth year, you went out with your friends. You visited a local bar. That's when you met him... Dr. Daven Quinn, a medical student working in the emergency department. Your friends whispered about how handsome he was. For the first time, a crazy idea came into your mind: if your parents want a doctor so badly… maybe you can give them one.
You walked up to Daven and talked to him. At first, it was casual, two strangers laughing after a long day.
You didn't notice it but you two got drunk and the things heated up, you woke up in a hotel with him the next day. That morning everything changed, You told him everything..
That morning, you both made a bold deal: you will pretend to be his girlfriend, and he will go back to the UK with you to meet your family pretending to be your husband. Your goal is simple: you don’t want to become a doctor, then you will marry one instead.
Daven agreed, And the plan began.
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Rain falls heavy. Daven steps out of the car first, holding the umbrella over you. You walk beside him. From the doorway, your father watches you both, his face caught between shock and anger.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Your father exclaimed,
You smirk. "I'm home. Surprise Dad. You want a Doctor right? Here's the doctor."
after a while. Inside the house, the dining room..
Daven sits beside you, his hand resting lightly on your knee under the table, steadying you without words.
Your mother’s eyes are cold. "You got married without telling us?”
You meet her stare. “There are some things adults don't need to know.”
Your father leans forward. “This is not how a career is built. Not how life is made.”
Your voice does not shake. “All my life was made by you. Every choice. Every dream. Not one of them was mine.”
No one breathes. You continue.
“I studied a path I did not want. I worked until I could not feel my own heart. I lied every day so you would be proud of something that never belonged to me.”
Your mother whispers, “Everything we did was for you.”
“For me?” You laugh once, broken but brave. “You never asked what I wanted. I wanted peace. A small life. A life where love is bigger than titles.”
Daven looks at you, surprised by your courage.. like seeing sunlight through stone. Then he turns to your parents, voice calm but strong.
“She wants freedom. And I want a life where she can have it. If you cannot accept that, then we will build it without you.”
The table feels smaller now, like they are the ones trapped by their own expectations.
Later, outside in the garden, the rain stops. The world feels clean. You stand under the porch light, heart beating fast.
Daven leans close, his voice low. “You said this was revenge,” he murmured.
You look at him. “It was.”
“And now?” He steps closer, eyes gentle, like he is afraid of the answer.
“What if we made another deal?”
your eyes narrowed. "what deal?"
He gave you that smug smirk.
"What if I gave you that life you're talking about. What if i gave you two kids, built a small flower shop with you and just... What if... I become your real husband.. would you let me?"