Semua Bab Painful Divorce : Bab 71 - Bab 80

“Auntie Jessica, that’s you,” Kevin said gently, mimicking Anya’s voice.Jessica wiped the corner of her damp eye. “She still calls me Auntie?”Kevin nodded. “She doesn’t know everything yet. But she really loves you.”Jonas stood and gave a slight nod to Kevin and Randy, signaling them to step out for a moment. He wanted Jessica to get rest without too much stimulation.Once they left, Jessica closed her eyes again. But before she drifted off, she whispered, “Jonas.”“Yes?”“If I can’t take care of Anya anymore… will you promise to look after her?”Jonas took a deep breath. “Don’t talk like that. But yes. I promise. And you need to promise me something too—to keep fighting.”Jessica didn’t reply, but her fingers squeezed Jonas’s hand a little tighter.Outside the room, Kevin and Randy stood side by side near the window.“If she recovers… we have to change everything,” Kevin said.“Even how we live,” Randy added. “Because we can’t keep hoping she’ll survive without real support.”Soon

Once the nurse left, Jonas sat at the edge of the bed, tucking the blanket snugly around her.“If it’s too cold, I can grab a warmer,” he offered.Jessica shook her head. “I just need you to stay.”Jonas gave a soft smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”Slowly, Jessica calmed down. But her eyes remained open, staring at the ceiling like she carried a thousand unanswered questions.“Jonas …”“Hm?”“If one day I forget everyone… will you still remind me who Anya is?”Jonas paused, swallowing hard. “You won’t forget. But if you do, I’ll remind you of every person you love. Starting with yourself.”Jessica turned her head to him, their eyes meeting. “I don’t know how I ended up loving someone like you—someone who stays, even when I keep pushing you away.”Jonas took her hand in h

That night was silent. But it was also full. Full of love. Full of pain. Full of deep, lasting memories.And in the middle of it all, a woman who didn’t want to die—not out of fear, but because there was still so much she loved in this world. That morning, the sun had yet to rise. A soft mist clung to the hospital window. The faint sound of nurses’ footsteps echoed down the hallway. Everything felt calm. Too calm.Jonas arrived earlier than usual. He carried two cups of hot coffee—one for himself, one for Randy, who had slept in the hallway chair outside Jessica’s room. Just as he reached for the door, he saw a nurse rushing toward it.“Nurse Mira?” he called out urgently.“Dr. Jonas, the patient—Jessica—her blood pressure’s dropping fast! We’re trying to stabilize her, but her oxygen levels—”Jonas didn’t wait for her to finish. He burst

Randy’s house felt quieter than usual. Maybe because everyone was holding their breath, or maybe because the silence was left intentionally—so the sound of Jessica’s footsteps, or the soft turning of her wheelchair, could be fully heard. Randy stood at the front door, eyes red but his smile wide.“Dad…” Jessica whispered.She embraced her father tightly, as if her frail body still had enough strength to remind him she was alive. Randy returned the hug carefully, afraid of hurting the daughter whose frame had grown so thin.“Welcome home, sweetheart.”Anya came running from inside, dragging her big stuffed toy behind her. She stopped in front of Jessica and looked up at her for a moment. “Auntie… you came back?”Jessica nodded, her voice barely audible. “Yes, sweetheart. Auntie came home.”Anya hugged Jessica’s legs, and in that moment, everyone

Randy smiled. “You can sleep wherever you want, Jessica. This house… is yours too.”Night gently descended, and the warm light in the room was turned on. Anya had already fallen asleep in the room next door, with Kevin watching over her. Jonas stayed by Jessica’s side, reading a thin book they used to read back when she was first hospitalized—“Everything Will Be Alright.”Jessica… smiled faintly in her sleep.Though her body was weakening, she was surrounded by those who loved her. Rain began to fall softly outside the window, soaking the yellowing leaves in the yard of Randy’s house. Jessica sat in a reclining chair by the window, wrapped in a light gray blanket, watching the raindrops fall in quiet rhythm. Her breathing was heavy—not a groan, but the kind of breath someone takes when they’re trying to hold back pain in silence.Anya sat near her feet, drawing with c