A week before the wedding, I was diagnosed with lymphoma.

I fell from heaven into hell.

But when I rushed to Brian Young's company in a daze, clutching the pathology report, I discovered there’s something worse than hell.

"I’ve been with Kimberly for nine years. If I divorce her, people will call me a scumbag."

Brian’s helpless voice came from the office.

"But you love me now!" Patricia Williams’s eyes were red as she looked up at Brian with stubborn determination.

I froze, my hand trembling on the doorknob, unable to push the door open.

I hadn’t realized that my lover already had another.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips.

To be honest, Brian’s worries were unnecessary.

I was dying—no one would call him a scumbag anymore.

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