I looked at the diagnosis notice in my hand, a pained expression on my face.

Stomach cancer. I had never had much in life, and now that I finally had some money, it seemed I wouldn’t get to enjoy it.

Lost and dejected, I walked home, only to be met with a barrage of harsh words from my mother the moment I stepped inside.

“Look at what you’ve done! We’re about to get married, and your fiancé has left you at home while he’s off on vacation.

What am I supposed to do with my dignity? If you can’t even keep a man, what good are you?”

I weakly opened...