KieraThe morning sun's rays streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. The gentle light illuminated the peaceful scene, signaling the start of a new day.A new day or another day of me surviving to fight for my life. I opened my eyes, and I was surprised to see Aria staring at me with a warm smile on her face."What are you doing here, my love?" I asked, my heart swelling with love for her. She simply replied, "I was watching you sleep; you look so peaceful when you sleep, mama." My heart melted at her words, grateful for her presence in my life."Doesn't Mama look peacefully awake too?" I teased, earning a giggle from Aria. The sound of her laughter filled the room, bringing a sense of joy and contentment to the start of our day together. But to my surprise, Aria shook her head and said, "No, mama. These few days, you don't look so peaceful awake. You seem worried and tired. Is everything okay?" Aria said sadly, her concern evident in her eyes. "I want Mama to b
Jason"Kiera..." I called her name, shaking her body lightly, but she didn't respond. "Kiera, open your eyes," I whispered urgently, feeling a knot of fear form in my stomach. Her skin was cold to the touch, and panic began to rise within me as I frantically searched for a pulse.She is alive, I thought to myself, as relief flooded through me when I finally felt a faint heartbeat beneath my fingertips.Quickly, I drew for her doctor. I have four of the best doctors in the States, and fucking hell, one of them isn't available when my Kiera needs them. I tried to remain calm and keep my voice steady as I called her doctor."Where the fuck are you? I need you here now," I said urgently, my heart racing with worry. "Kiera needs you.""I am sorry, Mr. Grey. I was caught in traffic, but I am on my way now," the doctor responded calmly."Fuck the traffic, but if anything happens to Kiera, I swear your whole career will be over," I threatened, feeling the panic rising in my chest. "Just get h
JasonThe doctor looked at me with a solemn expression before saying, "As expected, her lungs are not responding well to treatment. We may need to consider other options.""What other options are available?" I inquired, feeling a wave of fear wash over me.The doctor paused before explaining the possible treatments that could be considered, each carrying its own risks and uncertainties."Mr. Grey Even if your wife's cancer goes away, but the damage to her lungs is severe, she may need a lung transplant in the future," the doctor said gently.My heart sank at the thought of such a serious procedure, but I knew we had to explore all possible options for her health. The uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on my mind as I tried to stay strong for Kiera. "Then find a pair of lungs for her," I said firmly, determined to do whatever it took to ensure Kiera's well-being."It's not as easy as it seems, Mrs. Grey's blood type, tissue compatibility, and availability of donors all play a
"Kiera……." I heard sobs coming from beside me as I felt warm tears touching my cheek.I want to open my eyes and see who it is, but my body feels heavy, and my mind is clouded with confusion. I can sense the pain in her voice, and it breaks my heart not to be able to comfort her at this moment of distress."I am sorry for being so helpless," The same voice whispers, filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "I wish I could take your pain away and make everything better. I wish I had the power to make things right for you." Tears trickle down my face as I struggle to respond, feeling a deep sense of guilt for not being able to offer any solace.The weight of his sorrow hangs heavy in the air. I want to open my eyes and hug him tight in my arms, telling him that being here with me is more than enough for me to feel better. I wish I could find the right words to comfort him and let him know that, no matter what, he is my biggest support system.Even if he can't bear my pain, his
JASONA year has passed, and Kiera's recovery has been better than I expected. With the aggressive chemotherapy treatment that the doctors are giving her, she has made great progress in her battle against cancer.Despite the harsh circumstances, Kiera has remained positive and determined to fight the disease, inspiring those around her with her strength and resilience. Her unwavering spirit has been a source of hope for me. Seeing her in so much pain has been the toughest thing to do in my life, but her bravery and optimism have been truly inspiring.Even when she is suffering and in pain, she tries to lift my spirit and make me feel better.I kissed her forehead, watching as she slept, grateful for her unwavering strength and courage. She is a true fighter, and I am in awe of her resilience every day."Jason..." She mumbles, opening her eyes slightly, a small smile forming on her lips. "After my recovery, I want to marry you again," she said, turning her face and staring at me.I nod
KIERA"So... how is everything?" I asked the doctors eagerly, hoping for some positive outcome after weeks of waiting for news on my condition.I stare at the doctor, whose eyes are focused on the reports, reading them intently. I turn my face toward Jason, his hand tight on mine, as he smiles reassuringly and says, "Everything is going to be fine." I take a deep breath, trying to remain hopeful despite the uncertainty of the situation. She smiles back at him, grateful for his unwavering support during this difficult time.Finally, he looks up with a solemn expression and begins to explain the results to me in a calm and reassuring tone. "Your leukemia is almost in remission," he says, "and with continued treatment, we believe you will make a full recovery." I feel a wave of relief wash over me as I realize that there is hope for a positive outcome.I feel Jason take a deep breath and squeeze my hand, silently conveying his relief and happiness at the news. The weight of uncertainty b
KIERAKevin took a deep breath before speaking, "There's a complication with the donor."Jason's grip on Kevin tightened, his eyes widening in fear as he asked, "What kind of complication?" My heart sank as Kevin hesitated before replying, "The donor is an 18-year-old girl in a coma after a car accident. She hasn't shown any signs of improvement, and her family is considering pulling the plug." Jason's face turned pale, and I could see tears welling up in his eyes as he realized the gravity of the situation.Jason and I went silent, both knowing that the decision would be a difficult one for the girl's family to make."So they aren't agreeing on donating her organs," I whispered, trying to break the tension.Kevin sighed, running his hand through his hair. "No, they're torn. It's tearing them apart.""I tried to persuade them to consider it, but they're just not ready," he said sadly.Jason squeezed my hand in comfort. "Let me talk to them again. Maybe they'll listen to me." Jason sai
KIERA"Kiera, calm down and try to focus on your breathing." Jason's voice was gentle, his hand reaching out to hold mine. "Why the fuck are you blaming yourself for everything? We all make mistakes, but we can work through this together," he said, rubbing my back in slow circles.I tried to follow his advice, attempting to calm my racing heart and focus on the steady rise and fall of my chest. "Look at me and take deep breaths," Jason continued, his eyes filled with concern and understanding. "Things that happened were in the past; it wasn't you who caused them," he assured me, his voice soothing and reassuring. "You were victims of circumstances beyond your control. But now we are together and happy, right? Kevin is with us; he forgives you, and we are moving forward." Jason's words helped to ease the guilt and shame that had been weighing me down. "Then Aria, our daughter, is us; she loves you unconditionally and sees you as her hero," Jason added with a smile, reaching out to hold
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JASONWe drove home together, and the tension between us was palpable as we both anticipated what would happen next.“Do you think she will be angry?” Kiera asked, taking my hand in hers as we walked to the front door of the villa. I squeezed her hand reassuringly and said, “She’ll be fine. But about her anger, I can’t make any promises.” Kiera laughed, shaking her head.“I never wanted to leave without meeting her, but she was asleep, and I don’t want to wake her up,” she said as we walked towards the foyer to the living room.“She misses you so much,” I replied softly, touching her face gently. “I’m sure she’ll understand once she sees you.” Kiera smiled gratefully, leaning her head on my touch.“Daddy...” Aria’s voice chimes in from the living room, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Kiera. “Mommy?” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.Kiera knelt down, opening her arms wide as Aria ran into them. They finally reunited after so long. “I hate you,” Aria said softl
JASON “Work. Let’s work then,” I said, trying to hide my amusement at her playful scolding. She finally looked away from me and back at the papers, signaling that it was time to focus on the task at hand. “I have read all the documents and made the necessary changes,” she stated firmly, her eyes still fixed on the papers in front of her. “You just need to sign the bottom of the last page.” “Fine,” I said, holding the pen in my hand and signing my name at the bottom of the last page without even caring to read what I was signing. “You should read the documents before signing them,” she said with a stern look. “I trust you,” I said, smirking and brushing my finger on my lips, walking close to her and whispering, “But if there’s anything important, you’ll let me know, won’t you?” She nodded as I put my hand around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling a sense of control and power over the situation. “What are you doing, Mr. Grey?” She said she was putting her hand on my chest. “
JASONA year has passed, but the day still seems to be a traumatic memory for me. Her last words for me still echo in my mind. I can’t shake the feeling of regret that fills me every time I think about it. Kiera. I closed my eyes as an image of her lying on the hospital bed flashed through my mind. I could still hear her weak voice saying, “I promise.” Her voice, her words, the tears, the pain. It still feels raw and fresh, like an open wound that refuses to heal. It might never heal completely—a constant reminder of the impact she had on my life. My life has a void that can never be filled. Only Kiera can fill that void, and I am lost without her. I am now standing here in the warm sun as I stare at the grave that made a great impact on my life. It was because of her that I became the person I am today. Because of her, I can have the life I have always dreamed of. I can never forget the gift of love and wisdom she bestowed upon me. No matter how much I thank her, it will never b
JASON“Kiera...” I mumbled, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. I whispered, “I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”I brushed her hair, hoping that she would find comfort and strength in my presence. “You have to fight through all these for me, for Aria, for Kevin, and for everyone who loves you,” I said softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance. “You’re not alone in this battle, Kiera.”I feel a gentle squeeze on my hand as she is listening to words, even if she is unconscious. I lean in closer, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine, and continue to speak softly. “You are strong, Kiera. You can do this.” I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm and composed for her sake. “You fought for so long; there are just a few more steps to go. After the transplant is complete, there won’t be anyone or anything that can stop you from living the life you deserve.” I pause, feeling a surge of hope and determination in my own heart. “Know that I love you and always will, no mat
JASON“How is she?” I said, upon seeing Kevin standing in the hallway outside Kiera’s hospital room.Kevin sighed and ran a hand through his hair before responding, “She’s stable for now, but the doctors aren’t sure how long she will stay that way.”“Don’t worry, Marie’s parents agreed to donate her the lungs she needs for a transplant,” I said, trying to offer a glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty. “Hopefully, she can make a full recovery with the transplant.”“I don’t know, man; I’m not sure if she’s strong enough to survive the surgery.” Kevin’s words crashed over me like a wave of doubt.“What the fuck are you talking about, Kevin? Kiera is a fighter; she’s been through so much already. She can handle this; I believe in her,” I replied firmly, trying to bolster Kevin’s wavering confidence in Kiera’s strength and resilience.Kevin put a hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I want that too. I just can’t shake this feeling of uncertainty.”“Let’s just hope for th
JASON“Just a slap won’t be enough,” he said, his eyes gleaming with determination. “How about I give you a knife or a better gun?” he suggested, a dangerous glint in his eyes.“No….” The husband spoke firmly, shaking his head. “Maybe he’s a bad guy; maybe he’s the reason for our daughter’s suffering, but we can’t stoop to his level.” The husband spoke, holding his wife’s hand tightly.“You know that with his power and meddling, no law or justice system will be able to truly punish him,” Antonio said, his voice filled with frustration. “I am giving you a chance to do what needs to be done—to seek justice for our daughter in a way that the law cannot. Think about it,” Antonio urged, his tone pleading yet resolute.The husband and wife exchanged a meaningful glance, silently contemplating their next move. “Still, we can’t let our emotions cloud our judgment,” the wife finally said, her voice steady. “We are not bad people, nor will we stop at his level. Maria will never be happy if she
JASONI stepped inside the warehouse, following Antonio and the couple down the narrow hallway. It’s dark, with only a little light filtering in through the high windows, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is musty and filled with the smell of old machinery and metal, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned building.The wife whispered, barely audible over the creaking of the floorboards beneath us, “These places haven’t been touched in years.”The husband held her hands tightly, a look of concern etched on his face as we continued deeper into the warehouse, unsure of what we might find in the darkness ahead.Antonio chuckled and reassured, “Don’t be scared!” as he opened a giant door at the end of the hallway. Antonio chuckled, opening a giant door at the end of the hallway. “The place gives off a dangerous vibe. Best for torturing your enemies,” he said with a sinister grin, revealing a hidden room filled with chains and tools. The couple exchanged nervous g
JASONAntonia and I stare at the couple sitting across us in their tiny space; their faces show a mixture of curiosity and confusion.“Why are you here again?” the woman asked, holding her husband’s hand. “We already told her that we couldn’t donate our daughter’s organs,” she continued, her voice tinged with sadness. The husband squeezed her hand reassuringly and replied, “We understand that our wife needs the transplant, but we can’t bear the thought of parting with our daughter’s organs. We hope you can find another solution for her.”“She is on life support,” I replied, trying to convey the urgency of the situation. “We are running out of time,” I added, hoping they would reconsider their decision. “I know that for your daughter, it was a precious gift. It’s hard for any parent to make this decision.” I said it with empathy. “I am also the father of a girl, and I know how difficult this must be for you. But with your one yes, you can potentially save multiple lives and give others