Selena lay on the hospital bed, dressed in a pale blue patient gown. Her face was pale, though her eyes still held a fire that refused to be extinguished. Around her, the scent of medical alcohol and the steady beep of the heart monitor created a suffocating, tense atmosphere.
The door opened, and Julian stepped inside. His face was worn and filled with guilt. He approached slowly, as if his mere presence might hurt the woman lying in front of him. Moments earlier, he had been pacing anxiously in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out. And when the door finally opened, the doctor’s serious expression made his chest tighten. “How is she, Doctor?” Julian asked quickly. The doctor, a middle-aged man with streaks of white in his hair, looked at Julian intently. “Your wife is experiencing severe emotional stress. If this continues, there’s a risk it could affect the pregnancy. Fortunately, this time
