Erased After My Husband Stood Me Up

It did not matter anymore.

I just want to live for myself for the last seven days of my life.

…

I stopped sending Jake good-morning and good-night texts, and I no longer replied to his messages.

On the second day after my death sentence, I went to the bar he hated most. I smoked, drank, and danced until dawn.

On the third day, I sold all the gifts he had given me and donated the money to charity.

On the fourth day, I burned all thirty thousand photos we had taken together.

The butler tried to persuade me.

“Mr. Field is just confused for a moment. He still loves you.

“You two built everything together, and it wasn’t easy. You should try to win him back before Whitney really takes your place.”

Jake started out as an ordinary man. The system tasked me with winning him over, so I stayed by his side while he built his business.

I handled the hardest work and took on the most difficult projects. There were countless times when I drank so much with clients that I was hospitalized, just to secure a deal.

Jake wanted a reputation and the position of CEO.

I gave him everything he wanted.

When we finally made enough money to buy this villa, he cried and promised he would treat me well for the rest of his life.

However, in the end, he was the one who ended my life.

I shook my head and flicked my cigarette butt into the fire.

Whitney was the one he truly loved. No matter how hard I tried to win him back, I would only humiliate myself.

The butler heaved a sigh, but he still wanted to call Jake.

That night, when I came downstairs, Jake returned with a row of luxury watches for me to choose from.

“I misunderstood you that day, but if you hadn’t shown up, Whitney wouldn’t have been injured.

“Anyway, forget it. I broke your gift, and I’m sorry.

“That watch was too cheap anyway. I’ll buy you a better one. You actually benefited from all this.”

He joked like he always did and reached out to touch the injury on my face.

I dodged him.

It was a gift that had once cost everything he had, but he no longer remembered its significance, calling it cheap.

Yes, he was right.

The love he gave me had always been cheap. I was the fool who treasured it for so many years.

I lay on the sofa and replied calmly, “No need. Give the watches to Whitney instead. She’s your wife, after all.”

Jake hesitated for a moment, as though he wanted to say something.

At that moment, Whitney walked out of a room in her nightgown, deliberately showing off the watch on her wrist.

“No need. The watches Jake buys me are all worth hundreds of millions and are one-of-a-kind. I don’t care for something so tacky.”

Jake raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Whitney let out an ‘oops’, lightly smacking herself on the mouth.

“Sorry. I’m too straightforward. I don’t think before I speak. If I’ve offended you in any way, please forgive me.

“Jake said you’re his senior who helped him a lot, so I should toast to you.”

I turned to look at Jake sharply.

He once said this was our forever home, but now, he had brought another woman into it.

Sensing my reaction, he looked at me pleadingly, hands pressed together, silently asking me to play along.

However, I was no longer the obedient woman I used to be.

I refused to endure this anger anymore.

I raised my glass and clinked it into empty air.

“What a joke! You don’t even have a brain.”

Silence.

Whitney’s face turned deathly pale instantly.

Jake’s expression also darkened.

“Apologize!”

She came into my home to stir trouble, yet I was the one who had to apologize? What kind of logic was that?

I ignored him and made my way up the stairs.

I could hear Jake’s gentle voice comforting Whitney from downstairs, treating her like a child.

It was a treatment I had never once received.

After a long while, the villa finally fell silent.

I went downstairs to get something to eat.

Unexpectedly, Whitney had not left yet.

She walked up to me with a smile.

“How does it feel to have your husband taken away?

“Let me tell you the truth. I didn’t lose my memory. I did it on purpose.”

I poured myself a glass of water.

“Oh.”

I knew she wanted to provoke me, but a dying person no longer had anything left to care about.