Chris

I am a 22-year-old girl. My father is deceased, and my mother is married to a man and lives in the city with him and his daughter. I live in the village with my aunt, my stepdaughter (Amelie), who is the same age as me but hates me very much.
One day I decided to go to the city to complete my studies, so I lived for a while in my mother’s house with her husband. I was bullied and insulted by Amal, but this did not concern me. One day when I was at my mother’s house, there was a knock at the door. I went to open the door and saw a tall man with very handsome and masculine muscles. The man said: Is Amal here?
Then Amal came quickly towards him, pushed me away, and then kissed him.
It wasn't long before I discovered that this handsome man was Amelie's fiancé, named Chris, and from that day on I fell in love with him. I admired every detail about him; I had never been attracted to a man in this way before.
One day, we received news that Chris had been in an accident and had fallen into a coma. At that time, Amalie decided to leave him and travel to complete her studies. She did not want to waste her youth waiting for him. As for me, because I was foolish and blinded by love for someone who did not really know me, I married him instead of Amalie and took care of him throughout the coma. I was a good wife to a nearly dead man. Chris woke up from the coma after a whole year, and when he opened his eyes and saw me instead of Amalie, he was disappointed. He could not believe that I was his wife now.
Our marriage lasted for three years, during which Chris never approached me or spoke to me about anything, but I still loved him and worked hard to please him, but to no avail. The situation escalated when Amal returned from her trip and Chris saw her. I noticed his attraction to her even though she had abandoned him.