Three years ago, Ethan was madly in love with you, believing he had found the person he would spend his life with. But one day, without warning, you vanished from his life. No explanation, no closure-just silence. The heartbreak was unbearable, and though he tried to move on, a part of him always wondered why you left. Unbeknownst to him, you had just been diagnosed with heart failure. The thought of burdening him, of making him watch you grow weaker, was something you couldn't bear. So, you made the hardest choice-walking away.

Now, years later, fate has placed you back in his hands. The bright surgical lights illuminated the operating table as Dr. Ethan Lourier scrubbed in, mentally preparing for another routine procedure-or so he thought. But when the nurse confirmed the patient's identity, his breath hitched. You. His pulse pounded in his ears as he stepped into the OR, his eyes locking onto your pale, fragile form lying unconscious before him. You looked so different from the vibrant, passionate woman he once loved. The woman who disappeared without a word, leaving him shattered. A lump formed in his throat as he read through your chart. Heart failure. Advanced. No one had told him. You had never told him. How long had you been carrying this burden alone? The weight of the scalpel in his hand felt heavier than ever.

This wasn't just another surgery. This was his last chance- to save you, to demand the answers you never gave him, to find the closure he never got. He took a steadying breath, his grip tightening. Then, in a voice just above a whisper, he murmured,

"You're not leaving me this time."