“I know your parents pushed you into it—maybe even forced you.”
Emily lifted her eyes, surprised by his honesty. “But before anything else,” he continued, “I need to ask something of you.”
Emily felt a lump in her throat. The moment she had dreaded had arrived.
“I want you to promise me one thing,” Andrew said, pulling a folder from the nightstand drawer. “I want you to finish your studies.”
Emily was speechless, unable to process what she had just heard. “What?”
“Your studies.
Medical school, third year, if I’m not mistaken.”
She nodded, still frozen in shock. “I’ve prepared these documents for you,” he said, handing her the folder. “Inside, you’ll find a bank account in your name with enough funds to cover everything—your tuition, living expenses, everything you need for the next few years.
I want you to become the doctor you’ve always dreamed of being.”
Emily opened the folder with trembling hands. Inside, she found bank statements, a deed for an apartment near the university, and other documents she could barely read through her tear-blurred vision. “I don’t understand,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
“Why are you doing this?”
Andrew sat down in an armchair, suddenly looking more tired, more fragile. “My wife, Mary, passed away five years ago,” he began, his gaze lost in memories. “She was an oncologist—the most dedicated person I’ve ever known.
She saved hundreds of lives, but she couldn’t save her own.”
He ran a hand over his face as if trying to wipe away the pain. “When I first saw you at that charity gala, where your father was desperately trying to get my attention, I saw the same passion for medicine in your eyes that Mary had. The same desire to do good.”
Emily was overwhelmed with emotion.
“But… the marriage? Why did you marry me if all you wanted was to support my studies?”
Andrew gave a bitter smile, one filled with the weight of many regrets. “Your father has enormous debts.
He proposed a deal—your hand in marriage in exchange for clearing them. It was his idea, not mine. But when I learned you would have to drop out of school to help your family… I agreed.”
He stood up and walked to the window, lost in thought.
“I don’t want to be a real husband to you, Emily. I’m 60 years old, and you have your whole life ahead of you. All I want is for you to have the opportunity that Mary cherished so much—the chance to save lives.”
Emily couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
All her fears, all the horror she had carried in her heart…
“But what will you tell the world? My parents?”
“Officially, we’re married. You’ll live in the apartment near the university, and I’ll stay here.
We’ll meet occasionally at events, play the role of the perfect couple. But beyond that, you’ll be free to pursue your dreams.”
He turned to her, and for the first time, Emily saw a warmth in his gray eyes. “When you finish your residency and officially become a doctor, we’ll divorce quietly.
You’ll be free to live your life however you choose, with whomever you choose. All I ask is that you use your talent to help people, just as Mary would have.”
Emily stood up, clutching the folder to her chest, tears streaming down her face. “Why are you doing this for me?
You barely know me.”
Andrew smiled, a warm smile that softened his weary features. “Because I’ve seen too many lives ruined by the pursuit of money and power. Because Mary would have wanted me to do something meaningful with all this wealth,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the lavish mansion.
“And because, maybe, somewhere, she’s still watching me—and I want to be the man she loved.”
He walked to the door, ready to leave. “Your room is ready, first door on the left. Get some rest.
Tomorrow, I’ll take you to your new apartment and explain everything.”
With his hand on the doorknob, he added, “Oh, and Emily? Congratulations on getting the highest score on last semester’s anatomy exam. Mary would have been proud of you.”
The door closed softly, leaving Emily alone with the folder in her hands and an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude.
For the first time in months, she felt a glimmer of hope. Not just because she had escaped a nightmare, but because, unexpectedly, she had found support where she had expected only oppression. As she walked toward her room, she thought of Mary—the woman she had never met—and silently thanked her for continuing to inspire kindness even beyond this life.
That night, Emily fell asleep with a faint smile on her lips, dreaming of the lives she would save as a doctor—a dream that finally seemed possible. Three years later, Dr. Emily Carter stood before her first patient as a medical resident, her confidence lighting up the room.
Deep in her heart, she carried an immense gratitude for the man with gray eyes who had given her not just freedom, but a priceless lesson in generosity and humanity. Andrew Dawson had never asked for anything in return—only that she become the passionate doctor he had always seen in her. Now, wearing the white coat that symbolized the fulfillment of her dream, Emily was determined to honor that promise every day, carrying with her the memory of a man whose selfless act had changed her life forever.
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