ログインBella’s POV.Liam lay on the bed in front of me, already dressed in the light blue gown, IV lines taped to his arm. He looked calm. Too calm. Like he was about to step into a meeting, not surgery.I stood beside him, my fingers wrapped tightly around his hand. I didn’t remember when I started shaking, only that I couldn’t stop.“They’ll take good care of you,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound like my own.He looked at me, eyes steady. “You look like you’re the one going under.”I tried to smile. It came out weak. “I’m allowed to be scared.”He squeezed my hand gently. “I’ll be fine.”I nodded, even though my throat burned. “I know.”But I didn’t. Not really.The doctor came in, explaining things again—what they would do, how long it would take, what could happen. I listened, but the words slipped past me like water. All I could focus on was Liam’s hand in mine. Warm. Solid. Real.When they finally told me it was time, my chest tightened.I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hi
Liam’s POV.I woke up to a dull, heavy feeling behind my eyes. Not sharp. Not screaming. Just there. Like something was sitting inside my head, pressing slowly.My eyelids felt thick when I tried to open them. It took effort. More than it should have. The room came into view in pieces, white ceiling, soft light, the quiet beeping of a monitor somewhere close.Hospital.I shifted slightly, and that was when I felt her hand around mine. Small. Warm. Holding tight, like she’d been afraid to let go even in sleep.Bella.I turned my head carefully. She was sitting on a chair beside the bed, her body angled toward me. One arm rested on the mattress, her head laid gently near my hand. Her hair had fallen forward, hiding part of her face. She looked exhausted. Not just tired—worn thin.My chest tightened.I moved my fingers, just a little.She reacted instantly.Her head lifted, fast. Too fast. Her eyes met mine, and for a second she just stared, like she didn’t trust what she was seeing. The
Bella’s POV.I was going through patient files in my office, my mind focused on treatment plans and the schedules for the coming week. The hum of the air conditioner and the quiet tapping of keyboards were all I could hear. I was just about to make a note when the door burst open, and a nurse came running toward me, her face pale and panicked.“Dr. Bella! Dr. Bella!” she yelled, almost tripping over her own feet.I froze, the pen slipping from my hand. “What… what is it?” I asked, my heart already hammering.“He… he’s been rushed into the hospital!” the nurse said, her words tripping over themselves.My stomach dropped. My voice shook as I tried to comprehend what she had just said. “What do you mean… who? Who’s been rushed in?”She looked at me, eyes wide with urgency. “Your… your husband, he was in an accident. We just got him here.”The room started spinning. My chest tightened so much that I couldn’t breathe. I felt a hot surge of panic and adrenaline all at once. “What did you ju
Liam’s pov.It had been a few weeks since the wedding, and life felt almost peaceful for the first time in a long while.The mornings had their rhythm now. Bella would wake up before me, her soft movements brushing against the sheets, her quiet hums while she picked what to wear for the day. She usually left early for the hospital site, and I’d head to my office not long after. There was something comforting about that — both of us chasing our goals, yet still finding our way back to each other every night.Today started no differently.I sat behind my desk, flipping through the papers Axel dropped off. Numbers, deals, names, the usual routine. The air smelled faintly of strong coffee and cigarette smoke. Everything was fine until, somewhere between signing the second contract and answering a call, I felt a sharp pain behind my eyes.It came out of nowhere.I blinked hard, pressing my thumb against my temple. It wasn’t the normal kind of headache that faded after a few seconds. This o
Liam’s pov.The first thing I felt that morning was warmth.Her warmth.Bella’s head was resting on my chest, her hair spilling over my arm. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to her slow breathing, watching the soft light from the window fall across her face.I ran a hand down her back slowly, careful not to wake her. She shifted a little, her fingers brushing against my side. Even in her sleep, she reached for me like her body already knew where it belonged.I smiled to myself. I didn’t smile often, not like this. But today, I couldn’t stop.Last night had been… perfect. Not in the loud, dramatic way people imagine. But in the quiet way that sinks into you and stays. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like a man at war.I glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was just past seven. The sun had already climbed high enough to fill the room with a soft glow. Bella stirred a little, her hand sliding across my chest, but she didn’t wake.I wa
Bella’s pov.The ride back to the house was quiet. The city lights blurred through the tinted window, golden and soft, like the whole world had slowed down for us. I sat beside Liam, my fingers laced with his, the weight of the ring on my hand still strange but beautiful.He hadn’t said much, just held my hand, his thumb tracing small circles against my skin. Every time I looked at him, I found him already looking at me — like he couldn’t believe I was really there.When we reached the house, it was empty and quiet, the guards keeping a respectful distance outside.Liam opened the car door for me, his hand steady and warm. “You okay?” he asked softly.I nodded. “Just… nervous, I guess.”He smiled faintly. “Me too.”That made me laugh. “You? The man who doesn’t get nervous?”“Only when it comes to you,” he said.Something in my chest fluttered. He wasn’t teasing — his tone was honest, calm, and gentle.Inside, the lights were dim. The living room smelled faintly of roses and wine from







