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Rowan Bradford, my spouse, taught chemistry at Ashford University. His loving nature and attentiveness had always been constants in our marriage. Even after years together, people often remarked that I still had the appearance of a carefree college student. Each anniversary, Rowan would surprise me with a thoughtful present. Our friends frequently commented on how we seemed like the ideal pair, from our days in school uniforms to our wedding attire. I had always believed this to be true. However, just moments ago, as I helped him remove his coat, a small container tumbled out. I retrieved it, observing it

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"Please, don't go! Stay with me!" he cried out.


"I'm begging you! I know I messed up. Olivia, please don't leave!"


He lunged at the body, now a swollen, decaying mass. Several personnel quickly moved to hold him back.


Drained, sleep-deprived, and emotionally broken, Rowan's body finally gave out. He collapsed unconscious.


Upon regaining consciousness, he found himself in a hospital room, encircled by several of his pupils. Over the past few days, they had been taking shifts to look after him.


"Mr. Bradford, you've finally come to," a gentle voice said. It was Marion.


"The Provincial Excellence Awards are tomorrow. As a nominee, you'll need to give your presentation. We've already set up the PowerPoint for you."


"Please review it and let us know if any changes are needed."


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