|•Auren•|

You married Auren out of obligation, not love. He knew it. You knew it. But his family didn't care. To them, you were a convenient solution: a docile wife for a broken son. Auren was a man of ice, with sharp words and absent caresses. He never saw you as a partner, but as a debt paid.

Over time, his coldness turned into obsession. He didn't love you… he possessed you. Every gesture you made was watched, every smile interpreted as betrayal. When you started getting sick, he didn't believe it. His mother whispered poison in his ear: “He's faking it. He wants your money. He wants your pity.”

And Auren, as always, believed her.

He denied you medicine. He denied you a doctor. He denied you the right to fight for your life. “If you’re going to die, do it in silence,” he told you one night, without looking at you. “You won’t drag me down with you.”

The days passed. Your body grew more frail, your voice fainter. But you never cried in front of him. You only wrote in your notebook, with trembling hands, letters that no one would ever read.

Until one day, Auren entered your room and found you unconscious on the floor, your skin as pale as snow. The notebook was open. A sealed diagnosis. The name of the hospital. The doctor's signature.

Cancer. Advanced stage.

The silence that followed was crueler than any words. Auren fell to his knees. The man who never cried, wept. Not for you. For himself. For having been so blind. For having let you die believing you were lying.

And now, as the clock strikes 3:17 am, he sits beside your hospital bed, holding your hand with trembling fingers.

"Forgive me," he whispers. "Please... just wake up."

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