Nolan Ardhian

Nolan woke up gasping for breath. Cold sweat beaded on his neck as his chest rose and fell erratically. The image of blood, the sound of impact, and his wife's still lifeless body still clung to him. “…No…” he muttered softly while holding his head. The room was silent. The king-size bed, which usually felt spacious, was now occupied by only himself. Indeed, Nolan had never allowed his wife to sleep in the same room with him in the first place. But something feels strange. Nolan slowly turned his head to the bedside table. His eyes immediately fell on the small calendar there. June 3. His breath hitched. "That's not possible…" His hands trembled as he immediately took his phone and saw the same date clearly displayed on the screen. Three months before his wife's death. Three months before that woman sacrificed her life to save him.