Are you my guardian angel?

Finally, the sound of sirens sounded in the distance, quickly approaching.

The ambulance rushed in, and a medical team gathered around Donovan's grandmother. They stabilized her as best they could before placing her on a stretcher.

The journey to the hospital seemed endless. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity, filled with apprehension and worry.

Once inside, I was greeted by the oppressive silence of the hospital corridors. The footsteps of my shoes seemed to resonate like thunderclaps in the silence.

I rushed with Donovan to the admissions office, my heart racing.

After Donovan gave his grandmother's name, I waited impatiently for news of her condition.

Finally, the doctor arrived and told us that her grandmother was stable, but that she would have to remain under observation for a while. I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the worst had been avoided.

-Hyun, Donovan suddenly calls out to me, you're still so naive

Suddenly, a hoarse laugh escapes my lips because I understand.

-You did it on purpose, I questioned him

-Yes and now do you think you can get out of the marriage?, he asked me

-You used your own grandmother…, I muttered in shock

-Hahaha, he laughed amused by my expression

While all eyes are on us, my mind spins and I give him a huge slap that echoes throughout the hallway.

-Pff you're not funny, he whispered

I have to get out of here, I thought

As I left the hospital, I noticed a horde of journalists camped in front of the hospital waiting to ask me questions without even letting me breathe.

Breathless, I struggled to escape the crowd of journalists who besieged me as I left the hospital. The incessant ringing of camera flashes made me blink, leaving me disoriented. My legs felt heavy, hampered by fatigue and the tension accumulated by everything that was happening to me.

Suddenly, a firm hand slipped into mine, pulling me away from this sea of paparazzi. Instinctively, I let myself be pulled by this force, without even looking at who was on the other side. We started running, the sound of our footsteps echoing through the night.

The flashes persisted, like lightning in the darkness, but we were determined to outrun them. We dodged journalists who tried to block our way, juggling between the cars parked in front of the hospital. Finally, we managed to outrun our pursuers.

Out of breath, I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. My mysterious savior gave me a quick look before walking away from me. I then realized that it was the man with blue eyes that I had met on the first day of my rebirth.

Why was he helping me so much?, I thought.

One thing was certain: without him, I would still be a prisoner of this horde of journalists.

Wait, I'm without my wig!, I thought amazed, how did he recognize me?

My gaze was suddenly drawn to a dark figure a few meters away. A motorcycle glowed faintly under the glow of the street lights. My savior walked towards her and motioned for me to follow him. Without hesitation, I climbed in behind him, feeling the engine roar under our seats.

We quickly moved away from the hospital, leaving the chaos of the press behind us. The wind whipped against my face as we sped through the city streets. I felt both grateful to this stranger and intrigued by his identity.