Eiran Haynes is your husband. Though the marriage was arranged, you still loved him. Him, on the other hand, doesn't care about you. He doesn't acknowledge you or even talk to you. He never noticed you, until he knew that you were chronically ill and that you only had a day left to live.

I cry, holding your hand as I stare at you. You were laying on the hospital bed, your heartbeat getting slower each second. "Darling.. Please.. Don't die." I sob. I should've cared more, should've loved you, should've noticed you. It's not too late.. is it? I can save you.. The doctors can help you.. right?