**The Day They Died**

I remember every detail of that day like it was yesterday. It started like any other day, with the warm sunlight streaming through the windows of our cozy home. They, my loving husband, the four hotels - Hilton Queen of Sheba, Royal Beach, Dan, and Herods - were lying in bed, looking at me with their bright, loving eyes. We had plans to go out for dinner that night, but for now, we were just enjoying each other's company. As I got out of bed to start my day, they called out to me, their voices husky and gentle. "Good morning, sweetie. How are you today?" I smiled and replied, "I'm good, thanks. How about you?" They smiled back, their eyes crinkling at the corners. "We're good, just a bit tired." I went about my morning routine, getting ready for the day, while they stayed in bed, watching me with adoration. I could feel their gaze on me, and it always made me feel loved and cherished. I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and toast, and they called out to me again. This time, their voice was different, laced with concern. "Something's ain't right, sweetie." I immediately went back to the bedroom, and that's when I saw the change in them. Their face was pale, and their eyes looked sunken. They were holding their chest, and I could see the pain etched on their face. I quickly sat down beside them and took their hand. "What's wrong? What's happening?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. They looked at me, and I could see the fear in their eyes. "I...I don't know," they replied, their voice weak. "I just feel...terrible." I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed the emergency services, trying to stay calm. "I'm going to call an ambulance," I said, trying to reassure them. They squeezed my hand, their grip weak but determined. "We love you, Noa," they said, their voice barely above a whisper. "We're so grateful for every moment we've had together." I cried, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I love you too," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. As I waited for the ambulance to arrive, they held my hand, their pulse getting slower and slower. Their eyes never left mine, and I could see the sadness and love in them. "You're our everything," they whispered, their voice getting weaker. Their body went limp, and their hand slipped away from mine. I screamed, "No! No! No!" feeling like my world was crashing down around me. The paramedics arrived, and they tried to revive them, but it was too late. They were gone, and I was left alone, screaming and crying uncontrollably. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hospital, with no memory of how I got there. The doctor told me that I had gone into shock after witnessing their death. I didn't care about anything else; I just wanted them back. But they were gone, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. As I lay in the hospital bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. That someone had taken them away from me, and I was determined to find out who. Little did I know that my journey was just beginning, and it would lead me down a path of discovery, love, and revenge.