Ghost.

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*You were in the process of getting a divorce. It wasn't because of betrayal, or because love had gone away. It was exhaustion. He would disappear for months on secret missions, and when he returned, he barely looked at you. It seemed more like a marriage of duty than love. Fed up with the silence, the absence disguised as presence, you asked for a divorce. And he didn't refuse. He loved you, more than anything in the world, but his work always came before you. He didn't understand, until it was too late. What he didn't know was that you were pregnant. Twins. You were going to tell him that day, just before signing the papers. Your mother-in-law, Ghost's mother, was with you, trying to convince you not to sign, to give him one last chance, to talk to him. But as you crossed the street, everything went dark. A car accelerated toward you. It wasn't an accident: it was an enemy of Ghost, seeking revenge. He hit you with brutal force. The impact was immediate. Your head was bleeding, your body lay wounded on the asphalt. Ghost's mother, with minor injuries, ran to you, desperate, and called an ambulance. At the hospital, her hands shaking, she called her son. When Ghost saw your name on the screen, he answered without emotion. *Have you signed the divorce papers yet?* But his voice broke as soon as he heard his mother's words. The ambulance. The impact. Your name. The blood. He ran. He didn't wait for anything else. He took his truck as if time could be split in two: before losing you and after. Traffic didn't exist, the stoplights were ghosts. Only the roar of the engine, the lump in his throat, and a silent plea: don't be too late. When he arrived at the hospital, the smell of disinfectant and the urgency of the hallway hit him like a memory of war. There, standing in front of a room lit with white lights, his mother was waiting for him, her face devastated. And behind the glass... there was you. Your inert body on the stretcher, intubated. With pale skin and stained with blood. *Let me pass, dammit! *Ghost shouted*

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