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51: Grief and distraction
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The rain poured relentlessly from the darkened sky, soaking everything in its path, as if mourning alongside her. Aria clutched her unconscious husband, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, dragging his limp body through the hospital doors. Each step felt heavier than the last, the cold seeping into her bones, her heart pounding louder than the storm outside.Inside, the hospital staff rushed toward them, their faces blurring through the haze of her grief. With their help, she guided him into her office—her space—and they gently laid him on the bed. The door closed behind them, and for a fleeting moment, silence fell like a fragile truce.“I thought your heart had turned to stone,” Harold said softly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, though he tried to hide it.She didn’t return the smile. Her eyes were sharp, haunted. “We’re doctors. We save lives. That’s all.”“Alright, then,” he murmured, the warmth in his voice cooling. “I won’t ask again.” He turned and left, the door c
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Aria lingered just outside the door, her back pressed against the chilly wall, arms wrapped tightly around her body like she was holding herself together. She hadn’t intended to listen in—but the moment Harold began speaking, her feet refused to move.Every word landed like a pinprick, sharp and impossible to ignore.“She still cares, you know. That’s what’s tearing her apart.”She bit down on her lip, trying to choke back the sob rising in her chest.“She doesn’t know whether to help you heal… or wish you’d never made it to this bed at all.”Silent tears traced down her face. Harold had given voice to the very thoughts she hadn’t dared confront—not even alone in the dark.It wasn’t just anger she felt. It was devastation. A collision of love and resentment, of remembering the man she once adored and facing the man who'd abandoned her when she needed him most. She loathed him for surviving—and hated herself even more for still caring that he had.The soft shuffle of Harold’s steps dre
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The rain fell in heavy sheets, casting a gray stillness over the world. Everything outside seemed muted, softened by the downpour. Nature drank deeply in silence, broken only by the rhythm of raindrops and the distant sound of tires splashing through puddles. Aria stepped out of the hospital, her footsteps slow and unhurried, as if the weight inside her matched the sky above. She didn’t look back — she couldn't. She needed air, space, anything but the sterile walls and the face she could no longer bear to see.Her breath caught as she pushed open the café’s glass door, the chill clinging to her skin, her fingers trembling. "If only I hadn’t let him into my life... maybe I wouldn’t be here now," she murmured under her breath, the words nearly lost in the quiet.She lingered at the counter, staring blankly at the menu as if the choices were far away. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft."One caramel macchiato, please."She paid and retreated to a corner seat by the wide window. There, sh
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The silence between them lingered, dense and unspoken, until Aria finally broke it. “How are things with Fabian now?”Cassandra gave a small, almost wistful smile. “We’re not in a good place… but I’ve learned to live without him.”Aria nodded slowly, sipping her coffee. “I’m glad to hear you’re managing.” She hesitated, then asked, “Do you think you’ll forgive him one day?”“Maybe…” Cassandra’s voice was soft, distant. She waved down the waitress. “One Americano, please.” She glanced back at Aria. “But forgiveness isn’t a simple thing. It depends on the moment… the heart. Like if someone asked you whether you could forgive your husband.”Aria’s expression hardened. “I’m not entertaining that question anymore. My mind’s made up.”Cassandra raised an eyebrow, a trace of skepticism in her voice. “That so? Then how come I heard you let him into your office earlier? That you looked at him with… pity?” She let the words hang, not needing to say more. The hospital staff had already told her
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Cassandra sat quietly by the window of the small coffee shop, the scent of roasted beans mingling with the crisp pages of the book in her hands. Outside, spring was in full bloom—leaves shimmered in the sunlight, and the occasional breeze stirred the ivy growing up the side of the building. Her book, a worn paperback about native plant life and ecosystems, was one she had read before, but she always returned to it like an old friend.She ran her fingers along the pages as she read, her mind drifting between the lines and the hum of the world around her. Nature had always grounded her. It was a part of who she was—someone who found peace among trees, who believed every plant deserved a chance to grow, and who had spent the last few years volunteering for reforestation projects and urban garden initiatives.“You haven’t changed—you still love nature.”The voice pulled her out of the page. Her heart skipped, and she froze for a moment before slowly looking up. There he was—Fabian. The la
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Aria was on her way to the hospital when Sophie suddenly appeared, stepping directly into her path.“What do you want from me?” Aria snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “You already got what you wanted—so why are you still showing up?!”Her hands clenched at her sides as a surge of pain flashed through her memory—Sophie pushing her down the escalator, the fall, the blood, and the devastating loss of the baby she’d been carrying.Sophie only smirked, the cold amusement in her eyes making Aria’s blood boil.“What are you smiling at?” Aria shouted, her voice rising. “You’re a murderer! You killed my child!”People nearby stopped and turned at the sound of her voice, eyes wide with surprise at the confrontation unfolding.Sophie rolled her eyes and replied coolly, “Stop causing a scene. I’m only here to tell you—stay away from Lucien. He’s mine now.”Aria’s fury ignited further. “He’s all yours!” she spat. “I don’t want a husband who can’t even admit what he’s done—who refuses to take
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Aria continued to receive flowers and meals from her husband, but she no longer accepted them. Instead, she quietly asked the receptionist to offer them to someone else—or discard them if no one wanted them.“Another one? Again?” one of the hospital staff sighed, eyeing the latest delivery. She had grown weary of eating the untouched meals and could feel the extra weight creeping on.“What’s the matter, Anna?” the head nurse asked as she approached.“I was wondering… would you like some lunch, ma’am?” Anna offered gently, holding out the neatly packed meal.“How kind of you,” the head nurse smiled, accepting the box. As she opened it, the rich, savory aroma filled the air, making her stomach stir. “This smells amazing. Where did it come from? And why aren’t you having it yourself?”“It’s from Dr. Vale’s husband,” Anna replied softly.The head nurse paused, her smile fading slightly. She closed the box and handed it back. “Then why are you offering it to me?”“Dr. Vale asked me to give
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Lucien hadn’t seen her yet—not at first. He stood near a coffee stall, hands in his coat pockets, looking lost in thought. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he hadn’t slept either. When his eyes finally found hers, his posture shifted. Still. Cautious.“Aria…” he said softly, barely above the hum of the street.She didn’t respond. Her breath came in shallow pulls, her arms tense at her sides. Part of her wanted to turn and run, to keep jogging until she couldn’t feel anything anymore. But her feet stayed rooted to the ground.He took a tentative step toward her.“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, voice uncertain—careful, as if she might shatter at any moment.Her jaw tightened. “Neither did I.”There was a pause. The air between them felt heavy with everything unspoken.“I’ve been trying to reach you,” he said. “The food, the flowers—I didn’t know what else to do.”“You think gifts can fix this?” she asked, her voice quiet but laced with pain. “You think any of that can un
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My Mysterious Husband 66: Coffee, please and silence
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden light over the hospital driveway. Aria stood just outside the entrance, arms folded, her face unreadable. Beside her, her mother held a small overnight bag and wore the satisfied smile of someone who had successfully hijacked a plan.A sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb. Lucien stepped out from the driver’s seat, his white shirt rolled at the sleeves, looking slightly flustered—but determined.“Ladies,” he said, opening the passenger door for Aria’s mother with a polite nod. “Welcome to your temporary royal suite.”Aria rolled her eyes. “You rehearsed that?”“Twice,” Lucien replied with a slight grin, then opened the back door for Aria. “Your chariot awaits, Doctor.”She didn’t respond, just slid into the seat silently. Lucien circled back and climbed behind the wheel.As the car moved through the quiet evening traffic, a soft, savory scent began to drift from the back of the vehicle—subtle but unmistakable.Aria’s mother sniffed the air
My Mysterious Husband 63: Mother's visit
"You what??" Aria asked, her voice sharp with disbelief as her hand instinctively tightened around Lucien’s. Her eyes were wide, searching her mother’s face for any sign that she’d misunderstood.Her mother, unfazed, smiled casually and repeated, “I said, I want to stay at your house for one week.”The room fell into an awkward silence.Lucien blinked in surprise, then a slow grin spread across his face. He glanced at Aria, clearly amused, while Aria stood frozen, her mouth slightly agape. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh, panic, or start protesting immediately.On the other side of the room, Dr. Harold—Aria’s long-time colleague and friend—choked on his drink. He turned away quickly, but the shaking of his shoulders gave him away.“What’s so funny, Dr. Harold?” Aria’s mother asked, raising a brow. Her tone was calm, but the edge in it warned that she wasn’t entirely amused.Harold cleared his throat and tried to compose himself, but the smirk refused to leave his face. “Oh, nothin
My Mysterious Husband 62: Harold's Idea
Aria finally drew a deep, steady breath as the investigation about Sophie came to a close. The weight she’d been carrying all day started to lift, if only slightly. Harold quietly offered her a glass of water.“Here,” he said softly. “Drink this.”“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice faint. She took the glass with trembling hands and drank it all in one go, as if trying to wash away the panic still clinging to her.Harold studied her closely. “How are you feeling now?” he asked gently, concern etched on his face. He had seen her shaking—seen the fear she tried so hard to hide.She gave a weak shrug. “I’m fine,” she said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her voice was thin, brittle, barely holding together.Suddenly, Lucien rushed in and wrapped his arms around her. “I heard what happened,” he said, breathless, his chest rising and falling. “I was so scared for you. Are you hurt?”Aria stiffened. She pulled away from him with a sharp breath. “Don’t do that, Lucien,” she said
