Holden found himself momentarily taken aback, realizing that in her delirium, Ariana had mistaken him for her deceased husband.

However, Ariana had lost consciousness by this point, her body covered in blood. A deep crimson hue filled Holden’s eyes, and in that instant, he experienced an unprecedented fear. He hadn’t even noticed that his own hands were trembling.

“Ariana? Ariana!” Holden’s voice, tinged with both fear and distress, pierced the air.

In a swift motion, Holden cradled Ariana, rushing her into the waiting car, heading towards the hospital at breakneck speed.

Upon their arrival at Mercy Hospital, Holden, still gripped by panic, dashed inside. Holding Ariana close, he called desperately, “Doctor!

Doctor!”

faces blanching at the sight of Ariana, a tapestry of red. They took her to the

Ariana’s blood, his entire frame quivering, the chasm of fear unlike any he had ever

at this moment that he understood the depth of his

waited outside the emergency room, the minutes slipping through his grasp. It wasn’t until the doctor emerged that he

patient is not in critical condition. No vital organs were harmed. Are you her husband?

hesitated momentarily before accepting the role, a silent acknowledgment of their connection. He absorbed the doctor’s instructions with unwavering focus, diligently noting them on

Ariana was transferred to a ward, her consciousness yet to

gazed at her, his mind dwelling on the words she had uttered just before succumbing

she love her late husband so profoundly? Five years had passed, yet she

indeterminate amount of time, Ariana slowly regained

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