# Chapter 36: Clinging to Life
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 36 of *Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down*. This chapter is a tender, heart-wrenching pause in the midst of chaos—a moment of love, memory, and fierce determination. So grab a warm drink, settle in, and let’s dive into the quiet yet powerful moments of this story.
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The tent was dim, lit only by the faint flicker of a single oil lamp, and the air still carried the metallic scent of blood and battle. April moved with practiced tenderness, dipping the cloth into the basin of water and carefully wiping away the dried crimson streaks from Alessandro’s skin. Her hands worked swiftly but gently, as if she feared he might shatter. She had been so afraid of losing him, and now, here he was—alive, breathing, within her reach.
Behind her, Lessan let out a tremendous yawn, his eyes growing heavy with exhaustion. "You must be very tired, we should sleep," he murmured, barely able to keep his eyes open.
Alessandro, who had not slept properly since the moment he and April had been torn apart, felt the weight of every sleepless night finally crash down upon him like a wave. "Yes, we should rest. Tomorrow a difficult day awaits us." He moved toward April, his arms encircling her waist, lifting her with an ease that spoke of both strength and longing. He carried her to the bed in the center of the tent and set her down as if she were made of glass, then lay beside her, pulling her close into the warmth of his embrace.
"You can't imagine how much I've wanted to have you like this in my arms," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "How much I've missed you."
April felt her heart clench. "I can't imagine it, because I lived it," she replied, her voice soft but steady. "I felt the same way as you while we were away. Every day was torture. And you can't imagine how furious I got when you didn't answer my letter when I asked you to come back—to the point of thinking that you had forgotten about me."
Alessandro tightened his arms around her, his lips brushing against her ear. "I could never forget you. There wasn't a single moment when you weren't present in my thoughts."
April lifted her left hand—the one bearing the marriage mark—and placed it gently against Alessandro's own. The marks pulsed faintly, as if acknowledging the bond that neither distance nor war could sever. A smile touched her lips. "I am happy. Even in the middle of this war, I am happy to be with you, to be by your side. I am very happy to be your wife."
Alessandro pressed her even closer, burying his face in the fragrant cascade of her hair. But April suddenly stiffened, remembering the day's grime and sweat. "Please don't do that. I am dirty."
"No, you are not," he murmured. "You smell very good."
And then, as if the weight of his exhaustion had finally claimed him, Alessandro fell asleep. His breathing deepened, his arms still wrapped tightly around her like a fortress. April tried to wriggle free, but his grip was unyielding—he clung to her as if terrified she would vanish the moment he let go. Knowing she had no other choice, she stopped struggling. She let herself melt into his embrace, savoring the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and soon, she too slipped into a peaceful slumber, warmed by the love of her husband.
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The pale gray light of dawn crept through the tent's opening when April stirred. The space beside her was empty. She blinked, her eyes finding Alessandro already dressed in his armor, the steel gleaming with cold resolve. He noticed her awake and offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
"No," she said, sitting up. "What time is it?"
"It's early. You can continue sleeping a little longer if you want."
April shook her head, the last vestiges of sleep fading from her mind. "I'm not at home but on the battlefield. I'm aware of that. I couldn't sleep late when there are so many wounded who need to be treated."
Alessandro sighed heavily, a shadow of worry crossing his face. "You're right. Right now, no one can rest."
Her brow furrowed with concern. "Will you go back to battle?"
"Yes," he said, strapping on the last piece of his armor. "I'm going to organize my men. Monsters usually attack at dawn."
"Be very careful."
He crossed the tent in three long strides, leaned down, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll have it. I promise I'll come back safe and sound."
"You better be," she said, her voice trembling just a little.
"We'll see each other later."
With that, Alessandro disappeared beyond the tent flap, leaving April alone with the quiet hum of her anxious heart. She dressed quickly and made her way toward the tent of the wounded. She hadn't gone far when she collided with a man whose face paled the moment he saw her—Ethan. Even with her different-colored hair, he recognized her instantly. But the eyes that looked at her were not seeing *her*. They were seeing someone else.
"Sophia," he breathed, his voice drenched in fear. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm helping," April replied calmly.
Ethan seized her by the arms, his grip urgent and trembling. "You can't be here. You must leave immediately. This place is very dangerous." A visible tremor ran through his hands, and his face twisted with a terror that was far older than the current battle. "You must go. I don't want to lose you again. Go immediately to a safe place."
April felt a pang of pity. Every word, every drop of concern was not meant for her—it was meant for her mother, the woman whose ghost he could never set free. She placed her hand gently over his. "I appreciate your concern, but I won't leave."
"But—"
"Don't try to convince me to leave, because I won't. That is the decision I've made. I know that when you see me, you see my mother. But remember, I am not her."
"This place is too dangerous, can't you see that?" His voice cracked.
"Of course I see it. But in this place is everything that matters to me—everything I love. That's why I can't leave. Even if I put my life at risk, I will fight for them."
Ethan slowly released her, his gaze dropping to the ground. His hands clenched at his sides, and he said nothing for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and heavy. "Take care of yourself. Don't make any mistakes." And then he walked away, carrying his ghosts with him.
A moment later, a wizard named Lionel approached April, urgency in his steps. "Amara, where have you been? I've looked for you everywhere."
"Is something wrong?"
"It's the wounded. We need help. Come on."
April cast one last glance in the direction Ethan had gone, but he was already gone. She followed Lionel into a tent where the air was thick with the smell of rot and despair. Soldiers lay on cots, their wounds so severe, so infected, that the very sight could break a person's spirit. April's stomach churned. "I thought you had taken care of the seriously wounded yesterday?"
Lionel explained, his voice tinged with cold resignation. "These soldiers were treated yesterday by the doctors and the other magicians, but their wounds are so critical that they were discarded. They usually treat the wounded who have a chance of survival, but they separate them. Most of them die. Few survive such wounds. I suppose they are destined to die."
A wave of disgust washed over April. The words clawed at her chest, dragging up bitter memories—of being cast aside herself, of having her life deemed worthless by others. But she had never given up. She had clung to life with fury, with desperation, with all the strength she possessed. And these soldiers, lying here, were fighting the same battle.
She rolled up the sleeves of her tunic, her jaw set like stone. "Don't say again that they are destined to die. Can't you see that they are fighting with all their might? Even if it seems that everything is against them, don't discard anyone. No one has the right to decide who lives or who dies."
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This chapter may lack the thunder of swords and the roar of monsters, but it is forged with something far more powerful: the human will to hold on—to love, to fight, to survive. The intimate reunion between April and Alessandro warmed the heart, while the encounter with Ethan revealed the lingering wounds of the past. And April's refusal to abandon the "hopeless" soldiers shines as a beacon of her unyielding character. This is a beautifully emotional chapter that reminds us that life is always worth clinging to.
🖋️ Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:
This chapter gave us a much-needed breather, but it was anything but quiet. The love between April and Alessandro feels so genuine and raw, and watching them find solace in each other's arms amid chaos was deeply moving. Ethan's haunting projection of Sophia, and April's firm, compassionate response, added another layer of emotional depth. But the standout moment was April's defiant speech against leaving soldiers to die—it was powerful, inspiring, and perfectly in character. I absolutely loved it.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
🔮 Next Chapter Prediction:
With April resolved to save the soldiers everyone else has given up on, I predict she will push the limits of her healing abilities, possibly awakening a new power or facing a dangerous backlash. Meanwhile, Alessandro will face a brutal assault on the battlefield, and just as the monsters seem overwhelming, April's intervention—or a desperate choice—may turn the tide. Something tells me the next chapter will be a heart-stopping storm of battle and sacrifice.
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