A young nurse was washing a guy in a coma, but one day when she pulled back the blanket, she was totally floored by what she saw

Nathan was dragged away in handcuffs, screaming empty threats. And as the door slammed shut behind him, a heavy silence filled the room. Grant finally exhaled, his shoulders relaxing for the first time since waking up.

It was over. Justice had been served. And he was finally free.

The Carter estate had always been grand, imposing and cold, a fortress of wealth built on generations of power. But tonight, as Anna stepped inside the dimly lit dining hall, it felt different, warmer, more intimate. Soft candlelight flickered across the elegantly set table near the large glass windows overlooking the city skyline.

The scent of fresh roses filled the air and a bottle of wine sat chilling beside two perfectly placed plates. Anna’s breath caught. Grant, what is all this? She asked, turning to face him.

Grant stood behind her, his hands tucked into his pockets, his blue eyes soft yet intense. Dinner, he said simply. Just you and me.

Anna’s chest tightened. For the past few weeks, their lives had been a whirlwind, from his recovery, to unraveling the truth about his accident, to seeing his brother arrested. But now, with the storm finally behind them, there was only this moment.

And somehow, that felt even scarier. As they sat down, Anna couldn’t ignore the way Grant watched her. Like he was memorizing every detail, like she was something fragile yet precious.

You’re quiet, she said, giving him a small, teasing smile. That’s not like you. He exhaled, swirling his wine glass between his fingers.

I’ve been thinking. That’s even more dangerous, she joked. He didn’t laugh.

Instead, he leaned forward, his gaze burning into hers. Anna, do you know how many people walked away from me while I was in that coma? Her smile faded. Two, she knew.

She had seen it firsthand, the way his family had treated him like a burden, the way his so-called friends had moved on. The only reason he had survived that darkness was because someone stayed. Because she stayed.

But you didn’t, Grant murmured. You were there, day after day. You took care of me when I couldn’t even open my eyes.

When I was nothing but a lost cause to everyone else, you refused to give up on me. Anna’s throat tightened. She had never thought about it that way.

She had just done what she felt was right. But to Grant, it had meant everything. Grant leaned closer, his fingers brushing against hers on the table.

Anna, I have everything. His voice was soft but firm. Money, power, influence.

But none of it means anything without you. Anna’s breath hitched. Grant, let me finish, he whispered.

His hand finally closed around hers, his thumb tracing slow, delicate circles against her skin. I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know when it started.

But what I do know is that every moment I was trapped in that coma, you were the one keeping me alive. You were my light in the dark, Anna. Her eyes burned with tears.

I love you. The words crashed into her, stealing the breath from her lungs. Not because she hadn’t felt it too, but because hearing it from him made it undeniably real.

Grant Carter, the man who had once lived in a world of cold calculations, business deals, and power plays, was now sitting across from her, baring his soul. And for the first time in her life, Anna felt something she had never felt before. Truly, completely, irrevocably cherished…