ened. Finally, a reaction. “ Sit. I didn't save you to let you die” he said, his voice tight. I hissed, then steadied my body. My legs wobbled a bit, almost like I had forgotten to walk. “ Take me to the funeral. I want to see …” “ Your husband” he completed, “ to feed yourself lies you know aren't true” I snapped my eyes shut, my throat bobbing up and down. He was right. I wanted to believe I was overthinking it. I wanted to believe that my husband was being framed. “ If he signed a DNR, then why did the doctor still save me? Why didn't I die?” I asked, brows gathered. Stupid. I knew they were stupid excuses but my emotions justified it. “ He wanted you dead. I didn't” he dropped then turned away, “ rest, losing a loved one is already enough pain” he added, an edge to his voice. I paused from the meaning behind his words. He didn't?Who was he? Why would he save me?I walked towards him, not giving up. I wanted to take a look at the man I had called my husband for six year
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