ZinaI 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
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