Chapter Sixty-Four

Zina

I ran out of that room on autopilot.

My husband's death felt like a cruel, twisted joke, and the sight of his lifeless body filled me with terror. I refused to let my final memories of him be tainted by his corpse.

I wanted to remember my Grey as alive, healthy, and laughing—not lying cold, bloodied, and pale. To hold my mentally distressed self together, I gasped for air because my breathing had gone shallow. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt like this.

Even though I was not a prayerful person, I prayed to the goddess for a miracle.

"I’ll give up anything for this to be a bad joke. My mate cannot die," I pleaded internally. "If he passes away, what am I living for?"

I then raised my head to the heavens, wondering why I always suffered the worst-case scenarios.

Trying to console me, Leo rushed behind me and placed a hand on my back.

“Why must I suffer? What have I done to deserve this constant humiliation and pain? First, my dad died, then I was childless for five years, a