After hours of sheer agony, a nurse walked out of the OT and gave me a sympathetic smile.

My heart roared against my ribcage as she walked towards me.

My heart sank as I prepared myself for the worst.

The awkward silence between us was killing me, rather than my beautiful wife, who lay in the OT.

The words that the nurse spoke brought some relief to my heart.

"She seems to be stable as of now, but we can't say much."

I looked at my wedding band and smiled.

Somehow, our love had won over my wife's fate.