His Wedding, My Goodbye: I Was Dying, and He Never Knew
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On the fifth anniversary of their marriage, Evelyn did not receive a gift; instead, she received a wedding invitation featuring her husband and another woman.
The bride was none other than the woman Evelyn had diligently cared for over the past five years, the woman who had been his unattainable ideal love, now awakened from her vegetative state.
"If possible, I hope you can give the ceremonial address in our wedding," Adrian said, his eyes filled with unwavering anticipation, certain that she would agree as she always had.
Evelyn tightened her grip on her phone in a wave of emotion, and after a moment of calm, nodded in agreement.
Unbeknownst to Adrian, Evelyn's quick acquiescence came from having been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. Today would become the day he would come to regret most in his life.
His Wedding, My Goodbye: I Was Dying, and He Never Knew Chapter 1
Evelyn Hart had traded five years of marriage for nothing more than the title of a "wife of obligation."
To fulfill the so-called "final wish" of his first love, Vanessa Cole, Adrian Quinn spoke with earnest sincerity on their wedding anniversary.
"Vanessa's wish is to have a wedding with me. So I'd like you to give the ceremonial address. You've always been the most understanding… you get me better than anyone. You'll say yes, won't you?"
Evelyn's grip on her phone tightened.
On the screen, her doctor's message confirmed the final arrangements for her brain cancer care, the words hitting her so hard her palm ached.
She looked up at Adrian, at the certainty in his eyes as he spoke, and something inside her suddenly went quiet.
A moment later, she heard herself speak, her voice calm and almost distant.
"Okay."
......
On their fifth wedding anniversary, Adrian handed Evelyn an exquisitely crafted wedding invitation.
Puzzled, she opened it, only for her blood to freeze the moment she saw the names printed on it.
Because she knew both the bride and groom all too well.
One was the man sitting across from her right now, the husband she had been legally married to for five years.
The other was his childhood sweetheart and savior—Vanessa.
Across the table, Adrian watched her uneasily, a barely noticeable trace of pleading in his eyes.
"You've worked hard these past five years. I've always been grateful for everything you've done. You took care of me, of this home… even Vanessa. You never complained."
After laying the groundwork, he took a deep breath and finally got to the point.
"Vanessa… the doctor said even if she wakes up, the damage from the accident has left her too weak. She might not make it past this spring. Her last wish is to wear a wedding dress just once… and have a wedding with me."
As if afraid Evelyn might misunderstand, he added quickly, "It's just symbolic. No legal marriage, nothing changes between us. I just… want her to leave without regrets."
As he spoke, he reached out and clasped her stiff hand on the table, sliding a thick wedding plan toward her.
His fingertips were cold, the chill seeping straight through her skin.
The plan detailed everything—venue, music, even the wedding favors—but the date was set just ten days later. This had clearly been arranged long ago, not some sudden decision.
"Evelyn, you've always been kind. You understand me better than anyone. You'll agree, won't you?"
Evelyn said nothing. She just stared at the two gold-embossed names side by side on the invitation.
Her mind dragged her back, unbidden, to what Adrian had said five years ago outside Vanessa's cold ICU room.
Back then, Adrian had been a mess—eyes red, voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Evelyn, Vanessa got hit by that car because she was saving me. I love you, but I can't just abandon her… If you don't mind, let's get married. I promise, once she recovers, we'll live properly together."
At the time, Evelyn had just graduated and was working as a designer at a small company.
Some colleagues had bullied her for being new, stealing her project and even accusing her of plagiarism.
It was Adrian, then the client representative, who checked her original files and timestamps, spoke up for her, even praised her proposal, and extended an opportunity her way.
He probably didn't even remember it anymore.
But to Evelyn, it had been the first time anyone had ever stood up for her.
From that day on, she pushed herself, climbing higher step by step.
Three years later, she had finally earned the right to stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder, and say the words she had kept hidden for three years. "I like you."
She had looked into his pained eyes and asked, "Is it love, or responsibility?"
Adrian froze for a moment. After a pause, he lowered his head and said softly, "It's responsibility… Don't worry. What I promised you, I won't go back on it."
She believed him.
So Evelyn stayed by his side through the hardest days, believing his promise that once Vanessa recovered, they would finally live a proper life together.
That wait lasted five years.
Over those five years, she quit her job, managed the household for him, took care of his demanding parents, and even went to the hospital three times a week without fail to look after the comatose Vanessa in his place.
Adrian would often say, "Evelyn, we couldn't have held this family together without you."
She had once thought that was love. That it was acknowledgment.
But reality was cruel. It tore open the truth of those five years like a blade—she had never been a loved wife, only a "suitable" choice.
And now, she had become nothing more than someone helping them fulfill their wish.
"And… Vanessa said even if the wedding isn't real, she still hopes to have everyone's blessing. So I hope… you can give the ceremonial address."
Adrian looked at Evelyn, a trace of tension hidden in his eyes, but more than that, a certainty he had grown used to.
He was sure she would agree—just like every time before.
At that moment, her phone vibrated, breaking the suffocating silence. Evelyn opened it without a word. It was a confirmation form from her attending physician for a hospice care facility in Silverpine.
"The hospice care from Silverpine has received your information. If you decide to go, please confirm the details. Departure is in seven days."
Evelyn's grip on her phone tightened involuntarily.
A week ago, she had been diagnosed with a glioma.
Late stage.
The doctor said gently, "You likely have about three months left. If you choose hospice care, it may give you a little more time… but if there's anything you want to do, you should do it soon."
Clutching the diagnosis in her hand, she sat in the hospital corridor until sunset. Her first thought, absurdly enough, was who would make Adrian the soup he liked if she were gone, and who would go to the hospital to tend to Vanessa in her place.
At that thought, Evelyn let out a soft, mocking laugh and finally lifted her head.
There was no anger on her face as Adrian had expected, no hysterical questioning—there wasn't even a trace of sadness.
She heard herself speak, her voice calm and steady. "Okay."
Hearing her answer, Adrian let out a visible sigh of relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing.
He leaned forward and pulled her into a firm hug across the table, his voice filled with gratitude and relief.
"Thank you, Evelyn. I knew it. You've always been the most understanding in this family."
Adrian let go of her, and whatever little guilt he had left disappeared completely.
He even began enthusiastically pointing at the plan, discussing the wedding details with her.
"The seaside venue might be windy. I should prepare a thicker shawl for Vanessa. For the entrance music, we'll use that piano piece she used to love playing. What do you think?" He spoke animatedly, as if this were truly a joyous occasion the two of them were sharing.
Evelyn sat there quietly, listening, nodding obediently from time to time.
Yet beneath the table, her fingers moved over her phone as she typed a brief confirmation into her chat with the doctor.
She found herself thinking that she probably wouldn't make it to Adrian's wedding.
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Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
9.5
My boyfriend, Jefferson, convinced me to give up my Yale scholarship for him. He was my secret, my escape from the shame of my mother's past, and I threw away my future for our love.
Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
7.2
Betrayed by her sister. Killed by her husband.
Reborn, Sarah returns with one goal-revenge.
This time, she won't be the fool.
And with the Knox, the most dangerous man by her side...
she'll ruin them all, and take back everything that belongs to her.
Promotional line: They killed me once. This time, I'll destroy them first.
9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
9.6
In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times.
Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet.
I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars.
That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me.
After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you."
Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again.
In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch.
But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby.
Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice.
"Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child."
Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago.
When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time."
At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago.
I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."
