**Chapter 1: The Day They Died**

I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The day my world shattered into a million pieces. The day my loving husband, The Four Hotels, died in my arms. We had been together for many years, and I had never imagined a life without them by my side. It started like any other day. We woke up early, made love, and had a lovely breakfast together. They were in high spirits, and I could sense their excitement about something. We spent the morning running errands and doing chores around the house. They were their usual self, sweet and caring. As we were having lunch, suddenly, they looked at me with a concerned expression. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, their voice laced with worry. I immediately felt a pang of fear. "What's wrong?" I asked, putting down my fork. They didn't answer. Instead, they reached out and held my hand. I could feel their pulse racing, and their hand was cold to the touch. "I'm feeling... weak," they whispered, their eyes scanning the room. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed the emergency services. "I need an ambulance," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. The Four Hotels squeezed my hand reassuringly. "It's okay, my love. We'll get through this." As we waited for the paramedics to arrive, they kept talking to me, telling me how much they loved me, and how much I meant to them. Their words were laced with sweetness and affection, and I could feel their love pouring out of them. But as the minutes ticked by, their pulse got slower, and their skin turned pale. Their eyes, which had always sparkled with life, looked at me with a deep sadness. "My love... I'm... I'm sorry," they whispered, their voice barely audible. Their hand slipped away from mine, and their body went limp. I screamed their name, but they didn't respond. They just lay there, looking at me with open, sad eyes. The paramedics arrived soon after, and they tried to revive them, but it was too late. They couldn't bring them back. I was in a daze, screaming and crying uncontrollably. The paramedics tried to comfort me, but I was beyond consolation. They took me to the hospital, where I was treated for shock. As I lay on the hospital bed, I couldn't stop thinking about The Four Hotels. I kept replaying the moments leading up to their death in my head, wondering if there was anything I could have done to prevent it. The doctor came in and told me that The Four Hotels had died from cancer, which had spread rapidly. I was numb, unable to process the news. The hospital room was a blur, but I remembered the doctor's words: "I'm so sorry, Noa. We did everything we could." I didn't know how I was going to face life without The Four Hotels by my side. They were my everything, and now they were gone. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. That someone had taken them away from me, and I needed to find out who. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would change my life forever.