Beyond the Fire: A Wife's Ultimatum

't worry, I

of panic, so tender. A voice he used to use for me when I had a

Every breath was a battle. I tried to push myself up, but a fr

whisper, barely audible over the crackle of

ly examining her ankle as if it were the most fragile thing in the

r me. Or he d

r this time. The effort sent a dizzyi

corridor, looking for a way out. His eyes passed over m

He held her like a bride, her head resting on his shoulder. He

leavi

ing out on the floor. The man I had just saved,

the fire in my nerves, leaving behind a hollow, aching voi

f I passed out here, no one would find me. I focused on the pain, letting it anchor me to consciousne

, whispering his vows. "In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, I will alw

All

No. His movements weren't panicked. They were certain. He ran to he

As if in the story of his life, she was the one who needed saving, and I

insane, but it w

. The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me whole was the back of my

elled of antiseptic. A steady beeping soun

by my bed. Her face was pale and stained with

g my hand. Her touch was warm, real. "You've been ou

s raw. I just looked at her, my mi

n my hand tightening. "Livia, the

ait

that bastard... he pulled every string he had. He had the hospital's top orthopedic surgeon flown in from a c

ed by a junior resident, Livia. All the senior s