Nobela ni Grey Raven

Klein looked at Alessia, who stood frozen by the door in her scrubs.His eyes were full of panic, but when she didn’t move, something in him snapped.He rushed over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her closer to the stretcher where Olivia was bleeding.“Please, doctor. Save her… I’ll give you anything. Just save my baby and my wife.”Wife. That word again.Alessia felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her throat tightened. Her heart was beating so loudly she could barely hear anything else.She could have walked out right then. Could have thrown her gloves in his face and said, “Let your ‘wife’ save herself.”But she didn’t.Because no matter how much it hurt… she was still a doctor. And there was a life… no, two lives… hanging by a thread in front of her.She turned to the nurse. “Get him out of here.”The nurse nodded and called for the orderlies.Klein looked at Alessia again, frowning.He squinted, trying to place her face. “Why do you look familiar?” he asked. “Or maybe it’s your voice…

Alessia sat upright for a while after Klein left the room. Her eyes drifted to the necklace box he’d brought just minutes earlier and she let out a slow breath.A few moments later, she lay down, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Her mind wandered to memories, back when Klein was the kind of husband any woman would dream of.She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away and finally get some rest. She turned to her side. Then turned again.No matter how hard she tried, sleep wouldn’t come.Her heart felt heavy and her thoughts spun in circles, refusing to settle."Klein is probably in Olivia’s apartment right now…"She had thought she wouldn’t care, but how could she not? This was her husband. Her legally married husband.She let out a soft, shaky sigh and stared at the wall.What had she done wrong?She searched her mind again, trying to figure out what mistake she might have made to deserve Klein’s coldness. But nothing came to mind. Nothing at all.Even in the past wh

Alessia closed the front door gently behind her, the soft click echoing through the quiet hallway. She stood there for a moment, her back to the door, letting the silence settle around her. Her eyes scanned the house she had once called a home. Everything still looked the same… but somehow, it didn’t feel the same anymore.She placed her purse on the table by the entrance, slipped off her shoes, and walked barefoot into the living room. The dishes from breakfast were still on the table as she hadn’t had the energy to clean them before going out.She sank into the couch, pulled her knees close, and wrapped her arms around herself.Her mind wouldn’t stop racing.Klein was really cheating on her? No. It couldn’t be true.He was Klein. Her Klein.The man who used to surprise her with breakfast in bed just because she mentioned craving pancakes. The man who stayed up with her when she was sick, holding her hair back when she threw up, whispering how beautiful she still looked even when she

Alessia let out a laugh. It was sharp, bitter, and full of disbelief. She stared at her husband, the man she had once thought would always stand by her. He didn’t even pause. Not once did he ask what happened. Not once did he look at her and say, "Tell me your side.""Apologize," Klein said again, his voice louder and colder.Alessia looked down at Olivia who was still kneeling on the floor like some fragile little doll. Olivia sniffled softly, her shoulders trembling… but when she glanced up, Alessia instantly saw the wicked, knowing smirk playing on her lips, the kind that said 'I won'And Alessia realized it in that instant that this wasn’t just some misunderstanding, it was planned.She felt her heart drop as she looked back at her husband. He couldn’t see it. Or maybe he didn’t want to."Apologize for what exactly?" Alessia asked quietly. "For something I didn’t do?"Klein helped Olivia up, a frown still on his face.Olivia leaned into him and shook her head. "She’s your wife, Kl

The first time Alessia found another woman’s perfume on Klein’s shirt, she told herself it was nothing. Maybe he had brushed against a coworker by accident. Maybe she was just being paranoid.But tonight, sitting alone at the dining table with untouched food growing cold, the doubt returned. Klein had promised to come home early, yet it was already past nine.The candle she had lit flickered weakly, its light falling on the empty chair across from her. Once upon a time, he would have been in it, smiling, telling her about his day. Now there was only silence and the painful voice inside her telling her what she didn’t want to admit.She thought back to the things she had seen.A bracelet in his office drawer that wasn’t hers.The faint cologne on his clothes she didn’t recognize.A food flask that wasn’t the one she packed for him.One by one, the signs had stacked against him. And yet, Alessia stayed quiet. She wanted proof, not guesses. She wanted to trust him.When the clock finally