My boyfriend’s first love had leukemia, and she made a request—

To let her have the wedding I had been preparing for so long.

And so, I watched her wearing the wedding gown designed by the renowned designer I had invited, adorned with the jewelry I had crafted myself, holding my boyfriend’s hand and walked into the wedding that should have been mine.

Out of pity for her being on the brink of death, I endured all of this.

But when she asked me to give her the turquoise necklace my late father had left me, I became furious.