Jarvis's POV

The weight of my actions pressed down on me, an unrelenting force that threatened to suffocate me. Alone in my dimly lit chambers, I couldn't escape the turmoil within my heart. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison where I was confined by the choices I had made.

My gaze fell upon the image of my wife, Seraphina, lying motionless in her coma-induced slumber. It had been months since she had last spoken, laughed, or even opened her eyes. Her beauty, once radiant, was ...