Semua Bab My Mysterious Husband: Bab 51 - Bab 60

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

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

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

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

At the hospital, Aria moved briskly through the quiet corridors, her white coat trailing behind her. She had spent the morning making rounds in the post-operative ward, methodically checking each patient's vitals and recording their recovery progress. Her face was calm and professional, but her mind was entirely consumed by clinical notes, lab results, and the ticking clock. There was no time for small talk, no space in her schedule for idle chatter.She hadn’t noticed the buzz among the staff about the arrival of a new resident doctor. Whispers floated through the nurses' station, but she paid them no attention. Aria wasn’t one to be distracted by rumors or introductions—especially not today. Her focus was singular, unshaken.With a patient file tucked under her arm, she turned a corner toward her office, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Just as she reached for the handle, a figure stepped into her path, forcing her to stop.“Dr. Aria,” a familiar male voice said, reading