Aaron
The moment I step into the lobby of Wilburn Memorial Hospital, the familiar scent of antiseptic mixed with a faint whiff of coffee hits me. It’s the same as always—clean, cold, efficient. My father’s domain. And now, mine too, if I let him have his way.
After the awkwardness of visiting Chloe’s family home and standing across the large living room from Meghan—the woman I’d spent a night with barely hours ago—I need this. The hospital is a distraction, a space where I can compartmentalize. Here, I’m not the reluctant fiancé or the man haunted by a mistake. I’m Aaron Wilburn, the prodigal son, walking into a kingdom I wanted to be mine. And the only way to get this, was to carry out my father’s wish. Getting married was his request.
I work hard everyday while I am here. I look afte
