Love You For Ten Years, Forget You For A Second

I rushed to him in a frenzy, only to find him tightly holding a woman in his arms.

My heart was broken at that moment.

But he didn't know that I was dying.

I suffered from terminal uterine cancer.

With six months left, I planned to leave quietly alone.

But the moment he received the critical illness notice, he got worried.

"Faster, faster!"

The doctor pushed the stretcher hurriedly.

I lay in bed, my cold sweat drenched the blue sheets, unable to vocalize my agony.

Jeffrey also pushed the stretcher but didn't even look at me.