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's tumultuous passion. Each step away from Room 307 felt heavier than the last, the echo of every touch and whispered moan clinging to her like a ghos

ugh her veins only hours before, a deep emptiness

gh as she made her way to the waiting cab: a brief, cold notification confirming that two million had been credited to her account, along with an extra one million to mark J's satisfaction making it three million in total. The numbers flashed on

rly morning, seemed indifferent to her plight. In the hum of the engine and the soft murmur of the driver, Gina's thoughts spiraled into a dark reverie of her mother's fad

stant beeps of monitors provided a grim cadence counting down the moments. A nurse recognized her immediately, her face a portrait of compassionate sympathy marred by the inevitability of loss. "Gi

n crashed over her with the weight of a thousand regrets-her desperate bargain, the sacrifice of her body for money, and the futile hope that all of this could restore life to the one person who had g

t-wrenching cries that reverberated off the cold walls, as if the hospital itself mourned the loss. Every tear that streamed down her face was a testament to the sacri

paid. The irony was as searing as it was devastating: in her desperate attempt to save her mother, she had bartered a part of herself for a fleeting chance, only to realize that some losses are irrevocable. In that

y to her feet. The hospital staff moved around her with practiced efficiency, their kind eyes offering little solace in the face of such profound grief. Even

walls. She clutched her phone tightly, as if holding onto the promise of the money could somehow reverse the irreversible. The numbers danced on the screen-a stark reminder that while her financ

of J's detached satisfaction was in violent contrast with the warm, nurturing presence of her mother, whose gentle smile and comforting embrace had once been her sanctuary. Now, in the silent desolation of the hos

e, could never restore what had been lost. Instead, it served as a grim reminder of the lengths to which she had been forced to go, leaving a permanent scar etched in her memory. With a final, shuddering breath, sh

cost of desperate choices. The soft morning light filtered through the window, casting long, sorrowful shadows across the floor. Each passing moment reminded her that healing would be a long,

nd resolved to carry her mother's memory forward. Even as the world moved on in indifferent silence, she knew that ever