Dying For Her Love, Again

k, spitting a spray of bright red blood against the stained porcelain. Dr. Chen' s warnings echoed in his head: "Your immune system is gone, Ethan. Your

urst open. It wasn' t locked; the lock had been broken for months. Olivia stood in the doorway, her face a t

mmanded, her voice

position, his body screaming in protes

oom with contempt. "You' re going to work for it. You' re going to come to m

e was on a warpath, and he was the target. She half-dragged him out of the building and into her sleek, expensive car. The

the kind of house they used to dream about. Now, it was his prison. She led

, her voice dripping with ice. "And you can sle

deepest fear, a secret he had confessed to her one sleepless night years ago. After a childhood accident, he had developed a seve

g face to the dark doorway of the s

unted, a cruel smile playing on

melling of dirt and gasoline. Before he could react, she slammed the heavy wo

life out of him. The darkness wasn't just an absence of light; it was a living thing, filled with the faceless, sterile-masked figures from his three

ils scraping against the rough wood.

al. The carefully constructed walls he had built around his pain crumbled. He wasn't the "cheater" or the "gold

shaking uncontrollably. "Olivia," he whispered int

ad not expected to hear that raw, genuine terror in his voice, the same terror she' d heard years ago when he' d told her about his fear. A tiny crack appeared in the armor of her anger.