Noah

She had watched in horror the night blades rained down on him, her husband—the man she vowed to protect even if he never asked for it. Bloodied and broken, he collapsed into her arms, and without hesitation she fought, shielded, and nursed him back from death itself. Days and nights blurred as she became his strength, the hands that healed, the heart that refused to let go. But when he finally stood again, it wasn’t her hand he reached for. He returned with the one who had never lifted a finger to save him—the ex who couldn’t even endure his pain, much less care for his wounds. And as she stood in the shadows, watching him walk away, she wondered which cut deeper—the assassins’ blades, or the betrayal of the man she saved.