The Bigshot's Superstar Wife-Chapter 85: Suddenly Ill

The following week was filled with a whirlwind of wedding preparations.

The Mors estate was bustling with activity, and Athena found herself caught in a storm of arrangements she had barely prepared for.

Designers came to her with sketches of gowns, planners presented her with color schemes and venue choices, and florists brought endless selections of exotic flowers from various planets.

It was overwhelming, yet Athena did her best to keep up, knowing that this wedding, however unexpected, was something that would change her life forever.

But even amidst the chaos, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. There was an undercurrent of unease in her heart, a quiet whisper of worry that refused to go away.

Mors had been acting normal, or at least, he seemed normal on the surface.

He handled his duties in the military with precision, attended to their wedding plans when he could, and spent time with her whenever possible.

He was the same as always, collected, composed, and unreadable. Yet Athena knew better than to trust appearances.

She had been watching him carefully ever since she realized that certain things had changed from her past life.

His body, which should have suffered from the poisons he had once ingested to build resistance, showed no signs of weakness.

The temporary blindness he had experienced before never came.

And though she told herself that perhaps this life had shifted things slightly, she couldn’t ignore the lingering doubt in the back of her mind.

Then, it happened.

That evening, as she sat in the study reviewing some documents about the upcoming wedding, she heard the front doors open.

She looked up instinctively, knowing Mors had returned. A small smile touched her lips as she stood up, ready to welcome him home.

But the moment she stepped out of the study and into the hallway, she saw something that sent her heart into her throat.

Mors was standing there, his figure slightly hunched forward, his usual cold and commanding presence suddenly looking… frail.

His breath came in ragged gasps, and his uniform was slightly disheveled as if he had hurried back without care for his appearance.

His right hand clutched his chest tightly, and for the first time, Athena saw something she had never expected, pain in his expression.

Then, before she could even call out to him, he collapsed.

Athena rushed forward just in time to catch him before he hit the floor, but the moment she did, something warm splattered onto her hands. She looked down, and her breath hitched.

Blood.

Dark, almost black blood dripped from the corners of Mors’ lips. His usually pale complexion looked even more ghostly under the dim lights, and his forehead was damp with sweat.

Athena’s mind went blank for a moment as pure panic surged through her veins.

"Mors!" Her voice was sharp, filled with distress, but he didn’t respond.

She shook him slightly, trying to get him to look at her, but his eyes remained half-lidded, unfocused. He was barely conscious.

Athena’s hands trembled as she pressed her fingers to his neck, checking his pulse. It was there, weak, but still present.

Relief and fear warred inside her, but she had no time to waste.

With all the strength she could muster, she wrapped his arm around her shoulders and dragged him inside, her heart hammering violently against her ribs.

Once she reached their bedroom, she carefully laid him on the bed, her mind already running through possible causes for his condition. This didn’t look like a simple illness.

The black blood, and the sudden collapse, were signs of something far worse. Something she should have noticed sooner.

She reached for his wrist, pressing her fingers against his pulse again. It was erratic, and unstable. Whatever was happening to him wasn’t normal.

"Mors, wake up," she urged, her voice softer now.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then, finally, his eyelids fluttered, and his deep blue eyes opened slightly, hazy and clouded with pain.

His gaze found hers, and for the first time, Athena saw true vulnerability in his expression.

"…Athena," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I’m here," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "What’s happening to you? Why didn’t you tell me?"

A faint smirk tugged at his lips, but it was weak, almost nonexistent. "Didn’t… want you to worry."

Athena clenched her jaw, frustration bubbling up inside her. "You’re coughing up blood, Mors! How could I not worry?"

He exhaled slowly, his breath shallow. "…It’s nothing serious."

"Don’t lie to me," she snapped. Her hands were still gripping his wrist, and she could feel just how fragile he was at this moment.

"I need to know what’s happening. Did something happen during your mission? Did someone poison you?"

Mors didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes briefly, as if gathering the energy to speak.

"…Not poison," he murmured after a long pause. "Something… else."

Athena frowned. Something else?

She watched him carefully, noticing the faint tremble in his fingers. His body wasn’t just weak, it was fighting against something. His breathing was shallow, his muscles stiff.

Athena knew enough about medical conditions to realize that this wasn’t something that had just started today. It had been happening for a while.

"How long has this been going on?" she asked quietly.

Mors’ silence was answer enough.

Her heart clenched. "You’ve been hiding it from me all this time?"

He finally opened his eyes again, and this time, his gaze was more focused. He looked at her for a long moment before speaking.

"I didn’t want you to worry. You’ve already been through enough."

Athena bit her lip, torn between anger and concern. She knew Mors wasn’t the type to show weakness, but this was beyond stubbornness. This was reckless.

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Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stay calm. "We need to call a doctor."

"No," Mors said immediately, his voice surprisingly firm despite his condition.

Athena narrowed her eyes. "No? What do you mean, no? You need medical attention, Mors."

"I… can’t."

Athena stared at him, her frustration growing. "Why?"

Mors hesitated. "…It’s not something a doctor can fix."

That response sent chills down her spine. What did that mean?

Athena leaned closer, lowering her voice. "Then tell me, Mors. What is this? What’s happening to you?"

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached up, his fingers weakly brushing against her cheek.

"…It’s something I need to handle on my own."

Athena’s chest tightened. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like any of this.

But looking at Mors now, pale, struggling, yet still trying to protect her, she realized something else.

He was scared.

And that terrified her even more.