Anathea felt like she had a long dream.In that dream, she walked arm in arm with Gregory, stepping onto a flower-strewn path with their friends and family watching.Her face was lit up with joy. At that moment, she believed she was the luckiest woman in the world. She could finally marry the man she'd secretly loved for years.But suddenly, everything around her turned blood red. The flowers beneath her feet withered into rotting, foul-smelling twigs.Before she could make sense of what was happening, Gregory let go of her hand without hesitation. His voice, cold and sharp, echoed in her ears like a curse."Anathea, I'll never love a scheming woman like you."Anathea's eyes flew open. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye.What met her eyes was a white ceiling. It wasn't the dark, endless corridor, and there was no rolling thunder and pounding rain.Outside, sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows. The beauty of it all made her heart ache.How
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