LOST LOVE

PROLOGUE Part 1

ANASTASIA

NOTHING COMPARES TO WATCHING THE man you love suffer. I would have preferred torture with

a hot poker—I would have preferred death. His hot tears and painful moans were too much. It was breaking me—stealing my life force with every shallow breath he took. I was dying with him. I was in pain with him. And like his, I was bleeding out. My heart was breaking, and I felt as if I were bleeding to death at his side.

He screamed in agony, and the paramedics surrounded him, pushing me to the side.

I couldn't do this.

I wouldn't stand there and watch him die.

Moving to the side, I felt like I was going to faint for the first time in my life. I'd done this to him. I'd put his life in danger, and when he finally took his last breath, there would be no one to blame but me.

I'd planned to spend the rest of my life making it up to him. I'd planned to spend the rest of my life with him. The man I loved was dying in front of my eyes and I couldn't do anything to stop it from happening.

"I'm here, baby. I'll never leave you. Never."

And then he sucked in a deep breath, but he never had a chance to exhale.

"CHRISTIAN"