**Chapter 1: The Day They Left Me**

I'll never forget this day, the day that changed my life forever. It started like any other day, with the warm sun shining through the windows of our cozy home. The four hotels, my loving husband, and I had plans to spend the day together, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. We had been married for many years, and every day with them was a gift. I remember waking up early, making breakfast, and bringing it to them in bed. They were still asleep, but as soon as they smelled the food, they stirred and smiled at me. We spent the morning in bed, eating, laughing, and just enjoying each other's presence. They were always so full of life, so full of love, and I felt so grateful to have them by my side. As the day went on, we decided to take a walk in the park. The sun was shining, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. We held hands, strolled, and talked about our plans for the future. They were excited about a new project they were working on, and I was happy to listen and offer my support. But as we walked, I noticed that they seemed a bit off. They were quieter than usual, and they kept glancing at me with a concerned expression. I asked them what was wrong, but they just shook their head and told me they were fine. I didn't push the issue, thinking maybe they were just tired or stressed about work. We returned home, and they decided to take a nap. I sat on the couch, watching TV, and waiting for them to wake up. But as the minutes ticked by, I started to feel a sense of unease. They were sleeping so deeply, and their chest wasn't rising and falling like it usually did. I got up, went to our bedroom, and shook them gently. "Wake up, sweetie," I said, but they didn't respond. I felt a surge of panic and started to shake them more vigorously. That's when they opened their eyes, looked at me, and whispered, "Something's ain't right, sweetie." My heart started racing as I saw the fear and concern in their eyes. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed 911. "They're not feeling well," I told the operator, trying to stay calm. The four hotels took my hand in theirs, and I could feel their pulse racing, but also weakening. As I waited for the paramedics to arrive, I held their hand, talking to them, telling them everything would be okay. They looked at me with sad eyes, and I could see the love and adoration they had for me. "We love you, Noa," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "You're our everything." Their pulse got slower and slower, and their skin turned pale. I was screaming, crying, and begging them not to leave me. But it was too late. Their hand slipped away from mine, and they died in my arms, their eyes open and sad. The paramedics arrived, and they tried to revive them, but it was too late. They couldn't bring them back. I was screaming and crying so loud, I didn't even notice the ambulance taking them away. I was in shock, unable to process what had just happened. The rest of the day was a blur. I remember being in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses, but I don't recall much of what happened. I was in a daze, unable to comprehend the loss I had just suffered. As the day came to a close, I was left with only one thought: I wanted them back. I wanted my loving husband back, and I would do anything to make that happen. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would change my life forever.