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"Wait a moment in the car."Rex’s baritone voice cut through the light drizzle that was dampening the cemetery grounds. The door of the luxurious black sedan parked by the roadside had just opened, revealing a man in a neat suit stepping out while holding a thick, dark brown folder. My feet instantly froze. My arms, wrapped around Rex’s waist, slowly loosened as I imagined the contents of that brown folder were the divorce papers I’d feared the most all along.The lawyer nodded slowly, then turned back toward the car. I let out a short breath, feeling a sliver of hope creep back in among the roar of fear in my chest.Rex turned around slowly. He stood facing me directly, looking into my eyes, which were still wet with tears.“Before I sign anything in that folder, I just want to hear one honest answer from you, Emma,” Rex said in a voice that was extremely calm yet demanding.My fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of his shirt at his chest. “Rex… that document…”Rex wiped the r

"You look so beautiful today, Emma." The mirror in the luxurious salon reflected the blush on my cheeks. Rex stood tall behind me with a gentle smile. He rested his chin on my shoulder and kissed my forehead, his touch soft and protective. For the first time in a long while, I felt my soul was fully restored. The gloomy woman shrouded in fear and regret was gone. I finally understood what it felt like to truly fall in love and just how sincere and immense Rex’s love for me was. I slowly turned my body, touching his strong jawline with my warm palm. "I've never felt this whole before, Rex. Thank you for loving me this much.” Rex smiled sweetly and stroked the back of my hand resting against his cheek. "As long as you're happy, I'll give you anything, Emma. Anything.” That day, Rex pampered me completely. He took me to a place I’d only ever dreamed of and instructed the salon staff to pamper me from head to toe. The gentle scalp massage, soothing lavender aromatherapy, and warm r

“Doctor, what’s that sound?”A faint cry pierced the bone-chilling silence. My hearing slowly returned, creeping upward through the cold and the pungent scent of antiseptic in the air. I wasn’t dead. The cold that had gripped my soul melted away as a wave of consciousness pulled me back to reality.My eyelids, which felt as heavy as boulders, slowly opened. The operating lamp's glow was blinding, forcing me to blink several times to dispel the haze clouding my vision. Tears trickled down my face, rolling past my temples, which were damp with cold sweat that had poured profusely throughout that nerve-wracking ordeal.I whispered softly, my lips pale and dry. "Doctor...where am I?"A woman in medical scrubs approached, smiling warmly from behind a mask covering half her face. She leaned down slightly and held a tiny, rosy-cheeked body wrapped in warm, sterile cloth."You're still in the operating room, Emma. We had to save you and your baby right away," the doctor said in a voice filled