The soft sound of a violin floated through the hospital room, which had been simply transformed into a sacred space. White curtains hung in the corners, fresh flowers adorned a small table, and the faint fragrance of jasmine filled the air. Everyone in the room knew—this was no grand celebration, but a brief wedding that felt closer to a farewell.

Adrian stood by the bedside, his heart pounding erratically. His white shirt felt too tight, the black tie around his neck choking him. In front of him, Leviana lay weakly, dressed in a simple ivory gown that wrapped around her fragile body. Her face was pale, but her eyes sparkled...