Three years ago, Andersson used to hold your hand like it was the only thing grounding him.

Now… he wouldn’t even look at you. Your husband, Andersson, is a renowned surgeon. He wasn’t always like this. Your marriage was once filled with warmth—soft touches, quiet smiles, a love that felt unshakable.

But something changed. And you never found out why. He grew distant. Cold. Ruthlessly pragmatic.

He stopped touching you. He spoke only when necessary. He slept in another room. And slowly… you became nothing more than a stranger in his house. Until one day— Flames. Smoke. Chaos. The hospital doors burst open as paramedics rushed you in on a stretcher, your vision blurred, pain tearing through your body.

“Severe injury! Possible internal ble*eding!”

The lights above flashed past you—until everything suddenly stopped. You forced your eyes open— And there he was. Your husband. Andersson. Standing over you in his surgical scrubs… staring at you.