Chapter 2 - Cold Flowers in the ICU
The steady, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor was the first sound that broke through the heavy haze in Nora's mind. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils, and sharp pain throbbed relentlessly near her collarbone. Nora slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the harsh clinical white lighting of the Intensive Care Unit.
She was lying on a narrow hospital bed, wearing a blue floral pediatric-style gown, tubes running into her arms. Resting right beside her pale hands on the bedsheet was a large, lavish bouquet of white roses—Julian's signature apology gesture whenever he crossed a line during their marriage.
Standing at the foot of the bed was Julian himself. He wore a crisp black formal suit with a black tie, but his appearance was completely disheveled. His hair was messy, his jacket unbuttoned, and his hands trembled as he stared at her face, frozen in a state of visible shock and hesitation.
"Nora... please, let me explain..." Julian murmured, his voice cracking as he took a hesitant step closer to the railing.
Nora looked at the white roses, then up at Julian's face. Cold, silent tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, running down her hollow cheeks. The physical agonizing pain in her shoulder was nothing compared to the complete, crushing betrayal shattering her soul into a thousand pieces.
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Before Julian could take another step toward the bed, the heavy glass door of the ICU room slid open with a soft hiss. Senior physician Dr. Caleb Reed walked in, his face grim.
👉 Read PART 3 to see the shocking medical news Dr. Caleb Reed revealed!
