LYRA POVI should have been walking into a honeymoon suite, not being dragged through hospital doors.My wedding dress brushed against the white floor; the hem was already becoming very dirty, as the smell of antiseptic filled my nose.I tried holding the dress up a bit, and while doing that, my veil slipped off my shoulders. This night could not be more frustrating. And the more forward we moved, the faster my heart beat, so it felt like it wanted to escape my chest.Darius held my hand in a tight grip, but I did not pull away. His voice was filled with desperation as he spoke to the doctor in the hallway.“Doctor, please, hurry. Do not let her die. Please do not let my sister die.” He begged.Sister.The word felt surreal in my head. His sister. On our wedding night, my husband was begging for another woman’s life.I swallowed slowly. “Darius—uhm, what exactly is wrong with her?”He turned around and moved closer to me; from this view, his eyes were red, and his face was soaked with
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