All Chapters of The Rebirth of Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on Elias, suffocating him with their starkness. The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and despair, a constant reminder of the nightmare that had unfolded. He had spent the last few hours glued to the bedside, his hand clasped tightly around Althea's, his heart a leaden weight in his chest. He had seen the doctor's grim face, heard the words "dead on arrival" spoken with a cold, clinical detachment that had ripped through his soul. He had felt the crushing weight of despair, the suffocating certainty that his world had ended. He had wept, he had raged, he had prayed, but nothing had changed the harsh reality of her lifeless form.He had watched as the nurses went about their tasks, their movements efficient, almost robotic, as if they were dealing with a broken doll rather than a human being. He had felt a surge of anger, a primal rage directed at the indifference of the world, the cruelty of fate, the callous d

The air in the chapel was thick with the scent of lilies and sorrow. The stained-glass windows cast kaleidoscopic patterns on the polished marble floor, a stark contrast to the somber mood that hung heavy in the air. Ruan stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on the ornate casket before him. His heart ached with a grief so profound it threatened to consume him.Althea. His Althea. Gone. He had never imagined a world without her. Their wedding day, a day that was supposed to be filled with joy and hope, had turned into a nightmare. The accident, a cruel twist of fate, had snatched her away in a blink of an eye.He remembered the last time he saw her, her face radiant with happiness, her eyes sparkling with love. They had been so close, their hands intertwined, their hearts beating in unison. Then, the screech of brakes, the sickening thud, the silence that followed, a silence that felt like a gaping wound in his soul.He had held her in his arms, his heart breaking as he felt the life dr

The world was a swirling vortex of colors and sensations. Althea found herself adrift in a sea of ethereal light, her consciousness tethered to a faint, familiar warmth. It was a sensation she couldn't quite place, a feeling of belonging, of being loved, of being whole.She felt a tug, a gentle pull towards a shimmering portal, a gateway to a world beyond her comprehension. She drifted through it, her senses heightened, her awareness expanding.She found herself in a meadow, bathed in the soft glow of a setting sun. The air was filled with the scent of wildflowers and the sound of children's laughter. She saw them, two small figures, a boy and a girl, their faces alight with joy.They ran towards her, their arms outstretched, their voices filled with a love that resonated deep within her soul. "Mommy!" they cried, their voices a chorus of pure delight.She felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging she had never known before. "My babies," she whispered, her voice a soft ec

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on Ruan, suffocating him with their starkness. The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and uncertainty, a constant reminder of the impossible situation he found himself in. He sat by the bedside, his hand clasped tightly around Ariadne-Althea's, his heart a tangled knot of emotions.He had been so lost in the grief of losing Althea, the woman he had loved with a fierce, unwavering devotion, that he hadn't noticed the subtle shift in her, the change that had occurred when Ariadne's soul had taken refuge within her body. He had been so consumed by the impossible reality of their union that he had missed the most profound change of all.He had been so focused on the woman he loved, on the woman who was no longer the same, that he had forgotten about the life that was growing within her.The doctor had entered the room, his face a mask of professional concern, his eyes filled with a strange mixture of awe and uncertai

Umiulan nang malakas, bawat patak ay parang isang maliliit na pagsabog sa nakakabinging katahimikan ng silid-aralan ni Ruan. Nakaupo siya, nakayuko sa kanyang mesa, ang malamig na ibabaw ng kahoy ay nakadampi sa kanyang mga bisig, ang kanyang mga mata ay nakatitig sa blangkong pahina sa harap niya. Ang mga salitang dapat sana ay madaling dumaloy, ang mga salitang kanyang pinaplano nang ilang linggo, ay natuyo, nag-iwan ng isang malungkot na tanawin ng walang laman na espasyo.Ariadne. Ang kanyang pangalan, binubulong ng hangin, ay nag-aalingawngaw sa malawak na kawalan ng kanyang puso. Ang takot, isang ahas na mahigpit na nakapulupot sa kanyang dibdib, ay naghihigpit ng kanyang paghinga, na nagpapahirap sa bawat paglanghap. Hindi siya nakatulog nang ilang araw, ang kanyang isipan ay isang walang humpay na karusela ng mga larawan, bawat isa ay isang malupit na pag-ulit ng araw na siya ay nawala. Ang parke, ang tawanan, ang biglaang nakakapanlalamig na katahimikan, ang walang laman na e