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Too Late to Turn Back
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2026-06-28 05:50:30Darkness.
Heavy darkness.
Anna felt like she was sinking.
Her body felt cold.
Weak.
Numb.
Voices floated around her.
Distant.
Blurred.
She struggled to open her eyes.
Everything felt heavy.
Very heavy.
Then slowly…
Light entered her vision.
White ceiling.
Bright lights.
The sharp smell of medicine.
Hospital.
Anna blinked slowly.
Confusion filled her mind.
Where was she?
Then memory crashed into her.
Noah.
Clara.
The fight.
Blood.
Pain.
Her breathing became uneven.
She tried to sit up.
A sharp pain shot through her head.
She winced.
“Easy.”
A familiar voice stopped her.
Anna turned weakly.
Mia sat beside the hospital bed.
Her eyes were swollen.
Red.
She had clearly been crying.
The moment Mia saw Anna awake, tears filled her eyes.
“Oh thank God.”
Mia quickly stood.
She rushed to Anna’s side.
“You scared me.”
Anna’s throat felt dry.
“What happened?”
Her voice was barely a whisper.
Mia’s face tightened.
“You collapsed.”
Anna went silent.
Mia continued.
“A house worker found you unconscious in your room this morning.”
Anna frowned weakly.
“This morning?”
Mia nodded.
“Yes.”
Anna froze.
Morning?
That meant…
She had spent the entire night lying on the floor.
Alone.
Unconscious.
Her chest tightened painfully.
A bitter truth settled inside her.
Noah never came back.
Not once.
Not even after she collapsed.
Not even after she begged him to stay.
Anna closed her eyes.
Pain spread quietly through her chest.
Mia saw her expression.
Her face darkened.
“He didn’t come.”
Silence.
Anna said nothing.
Mia’s voice trembled with anger.
“I called him.”
Still silence.
Mia clenched her fists.
“He didn’t answer.”
Anna slowly opened her eyes.
No tears came.
Strangely…
She felt calm.
Too calm.
Like something inside her had gone numb.
Mia stared at her.
Then spoke softly.
“Anna…”
Anna looked at her.
Mia’s eyes filled with tears.
“You can’t keep doing this.”
Anna said nothing.
Mia’s voice broke.
“You are dying.”
Those words hung heavily in the room.
Brutal.
Cruel.
True.
Mia grabbed Anna’s hand.
“You need peace.”
Anna stared at their joined hands.
Peace.
That word felt foreign.
Did she even remember what peace felt like?
For seven years, loving Noah had been war.
Endless war.
Loneliness.
Waiting.
Pain.
Begging.
Hoping.
Breaking.
Again and again.
Mia whispered softly.
“Leave him.”
Anna’s fingers trembled.
Leave Noah.
Those words came again.
This time…
They felt heavier.
Real.
Possible.
Before Anna could speak,
The hospital room door opened.
Both women turned.
Anna froze.
Noah stood at the entrance.
Tall.
Cold.
Perfect as always.
His expression is unreadable.
But something in his eyes had changed.
He looked tense.
Mia’s face darkened immediately.
“You finally showed up.”
Noah ignored her.
His eyes locked onto Anna.
Anna stared back.
Silence filled the room.
Heavy silence.
Noah walked in slowly.
His gaze moved over Anna.
Pale face.
Weak body.
Hospital bed.
Something dark flickered in his eyes.
His voice came low.
“What happened?”
Mia nearly exploded.
“What happened?!”
She stepped forward angrily.
“She collapsed!”
Noah looked at Mia.
Cold.
Mia didn’t care.
“She bled and passed out!”
Noah’s jaw tightened.
His eyes returned to Anna.
Anna looked away.
Noah spoke again.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
Mia laughed in disbelief.
A harsh laugh.
“Are you serious?”
Noah frowned.
Mia’s anger erupted.
“She called you!”
Her voice rose.
“She called you three times yesterday!”
Noah went silent.
Mia continued.
“She begged for you!”
Her eyes burned with fury.
“But you were too busy with Clara!”
The room became silent.
Noah’s face hardened.
“Mia.”
His voice turned icy.
“Enough.”
Mia glared at him.
“No.”
She pointed at Anna.
“Look at her!”
Noah’s eyes shifted.
Mia’s voice shook with rage.
“She spent the whole night unconscious on the floor!”
Noah froze.
For the first time,
His calm expression cracked.
Very slightly.
“What?”
Mia’s voice turned sharp.
“Yes.”
Noah stared at Anna.
His eyes darkened.
Anna said nothing.
Noah stepped closer.
His voice dropped.
“Is that true?”
Anna looked at him.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then Anna answered softly.
“Yes.”
One word.
That was all.
But something changed in Noah’s expression.
A flicker.
Guilt?
Shock?
Regret?
Anna couldn’t tell.
Before silence could deepen,
Noah’s phone rang.
The sound cut through the room.
Mia’s face darkened instantly.
Anna already knew.
She didn’t need to look.
Clara.
Noah checked the screen.
Silence.
Mia laughed bitterly.
“Of course.”
Anna watched quietly.
Noah’s jaw tightened.
The phone kept ringing.
Anna stared at him.
No begging.
No tears.
Just quiet observation.
She wanted to see.
Who would he choose now?
His sick wife in a hospital bed?
Or Clara?
The ringing stopped.
Then started again.
Mia shook her head in disgust.
“Unbelievable.”
Noah remained still.
The phone continued vibrating.
Anna looked straight at him.
Her voice was calm.
Cold.
Quiet.
“You should answer.”
Mia turned sharply.
“Anna”,
But Anna kept her eyes on Noah.
“You don’t want to keep Clara waiting.”
Silence.
Noah frowned.
Something about Anna felt different.
Her voice.
Her eyes.
Her energy.
The desperation was gone.
No pleading.
No fear.
Just emptiness.
That unsettled him.
The phone stopped ringing.
Noah’s gaze remained on Anna.
Then he said quietly,
“I’m here.”
Mia froze.
Anna’s expression did not change.
Noah continued.
“I’m not leaving.”
Silence.
Mia stared at him suspiciously.
Anna simply looked at him.
Something strange happened in Noah’s chest.
Her calmness bothered him.
A lot.
He suddenly hated the distance in her eyes.
Then the doctor entered.
He looked between them.
Then at Anna.
His face grew serious.
“Mrs. Reed, we need to discuss your condition.”
Anna’s body stiffened.
Mia’s grip tightened around her hand.
Noah frowned.
Condition?
His sharp eyes narrowed.
The doctor looked at Noah.
“And you are?”
Noah answered immediately.
“I’m her husband.”
The doctor nodded.
Good.
That made things easier.
He looked serious.
Very serious.
Noah noticed.
A strange unease settled in his chest.
The doctor turned toward Anna.
“Mrs. Reed… we need to start treatment immediately.”
Silence.
Noah frowned deeper.
Treatment?
For what?
Anna’s face had gone pale.
Mia looked tense.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Noah’s voice sharpened.
“What treatment?”
The doctor looked confused.
He glanced between Anna and Noah.
Then asked carefully,
“You haven’t told him?”
Silence.
The room froze.
Anna said nothing.
Noah stared at her.
His heartbeat suddenly felt strange.
Slow.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
The doctor frowned.
“Mr. Reed, your wife has stage four brain cancer.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The world stopped.
Noah froze.
His face went blank.
His breathing stopped.
The words hit him like a bomb.
Stage four.
Brain cancer.
His eyes snapped to Anna.
No.
No.
Impossible.
His voice came out low.
Dangerously low.
“What?”
The doctor continued carefully.
“The tumor has progressed significantly.”
Noah stared at Anna.
His mind went blank.
This had to be some kind of joke.
Some mistakes.
His voice hardened.
“No.”
Anna closed her eyes.
The doctor sighed.
“We ran multiple tests.”
Noah shook his head slowly.
No.
Impossible.
His eyes locked onto Anna again.
His voice dropped into a whisper.
“How long?”
The doctor’s face softened.
Then came the words that shattered everything.
“Six months.”
Noah stopped breathing.
Six months.
His entire body went rigid.
The room spun.
For the first time in years,
Noah Reed felt true fear.
And Anna watched him silently.
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