LOVE REWIND92.86%

WHERE IS MY WIFE?

I should have punished her.

I should have made her regret it.

My fingers curled into fists as I stared at the newly framed photograph in my hands.

Her photograph.

The only thing I had left of Yadhana.

And that woman—Agatha—had the audacity to touch it.

To throw it.

To break it.

My jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

I could still hear the glass shattering.

Still see the way her picture hit the floor—like it was nothing.

Like she was nothing.

I should have made Agatha suffer for what she did.

I had walked out instead.

Coward.

I took a slow, shaky breath, trying to calm the storm inside me.

I had already fixed the frame.

But how the hell do I fix what's broken inside me?

I shoved the thought away and started my bike.

I wasn't heading back to that house.

I wasn't going back to that woman.

I was going to the only place that ever felt like home.

The place where I belonged.

The apartment.

Our apartment.

The apartment I bought for my little angel.

I needed to be there. I needed her.

The place where she should have been waiting for me.

I gripped the handlebars tighter, my vision set on the road ahead.

A few more turns.

A few more traffic lights.

And then—

Bang.

The world flipped.

I heard the screech of tires.

Felt the impact tear through my body.

Felt myself being thrown.

And then—

Darkness.

Agatha's POV

Three hours.

Three damn hours.

And he still wasn't back.

I had called him.

Messaged him.

Nothing.

I clenched my fists, trying to push down the irritation bubbling inside me.

All this over a damn photo?

I scoffed, crossing my arms.

Fine. Let him sulk.

Then—

My phone rang.

My brows furrowed as I glanced at the screen.

Father-in-law?

Why was he calling?

I picked up immediately.

"Hello, Uncle? What's—"

"Agatha," His voice was sharp. Urgent.

A strange chill crept down my spine.

"Yes?"

"Where are you?"

I hesitated. "At home. Why?"

A long pause.

Then, in a tone that made my breath hitch—

"Take Vhiinil and come to the hospital. Right now."

My fingers tightened around the phone.

"H-Hospital?" I whispered. "Why?"

Another pause.

Then—

"You'll know when you get here."

And then—

He hung up.

The phone nearly slipped from my grasp.

What the hell was happening?

I turned to Vhiinil, my hands shaking as I grabbed his arm.

"Come, baby. We're going out."

"But—"

"Now, Vhiinil!"

I practically dragged him outside.

The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity.

My mind raced.

Who was admitted?

Why was Uncle acting like that?

Who was it?

At the Hospital

I rushed through the hospital doors, gripping Vhiinil's hand tightly.

My pulse pounded.

I looked around, searching for my father-in-law.

Nowhere.

I swallowed hard and grabbed my phone, quickly dialing his number.

He answered immediately.

"Uncle," I gasped. "I'm here! Why did you call me? Who is admitted?"

A long silence.

Then—

"Come to the emergency ward."

The emergency ward?

My fingers went cold.

I turned without a word and ran.

My breath was shallow, uneven.

It can't be. It can't be.

As soon as I reached the emergency ward, my eyes landed on them.

My mother-in-law.

My father-in-law.

Their faces were pale.

Tight with fear.

I staggered forward.

"Uncle…" My voice shook. "Why did you call me here? Who is admitted?"

My mother-in-law lowered her head.

And my father-in-law whispered the words that made my world collapse.

"It's Yuvaa."

The ground disappeared beneath me.

My breath hitched.

"What?" I choked out.

"He had an accident."

My knees nearly gave out.

No.

No, this can't be real.

Then—

The doctor appeared.

"Doctor!" My father-in-law's voice was urgent. "How is my son?"

The doctor exhaled slowly.

"He suffered a severe head injury. The impact was strong enough to cause internal swelling. He's in a coma now."

I felt the world stop.

A coma?

The doctor continued.

"As of now, we cannot determine how long he will remain unconscious. He could wake up in hours… or it could take days. Even weeks. We need to monitor him closely."

My breathing turned shallow.

I felt my heart race.

I grabbed the doctor's arm.

"He'll wake up, right?" My voice cracked. "Doctor, he—he will wake up, right?"

The doctor's expression didn't change.

"I cannot say for sure."

I staggered back.

No.

This couldn't be happening.

Two Days Later

I sat outside the ward, my fingers anxiously gripping the fabric of my dress.

Waiting.

Praying.

Then—

The door opened.

A nurse stepped out.

Her eyes scanned the room before she asked—

"Who is his wife?"

I shot up immediately.

"I'm his wife!"

The nurse nodded, offering a small smile.

"He's awake. He's calling for his wife."

My breath hitched.

For the first time in two days, I felt like I could finally breathe again.

I rushed past her, stepping into the ward.

And then—

The moment my eyes landed on him, my relief shattered.

His eyes.

His expression.

The way he looked past me.

"Yuvaa...it's me" I whispered.