Love Lost to Illness and Lies
When I was nineteen, during a scorching summer, I left everything behind to run away with Armani. Through tears, young Armani promised he'd never let me down. Seven years later, in the heart of winter, I was diagnosed with cancer while Armani celebrated his childhood friend's birthday. Leaving the hospital, I stepped into the season’s first snowfall, clutching the thin paper with my stomach cancer diagnosis in one hand and my phone in the other, debating whether to call Armani. Our last conversation was still on the screen, dated a week ago. After his childhood friend, Vienna, returned from abroad, we had a big argument and had been giving each other the silent treatment. He barely came home anymore. Staring at my empty contact list, I realized I had no one to turn to. The doctor's words echoed in my mind—I had only a few months left to live. After a long pause, I dialed Armani’s number.
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Chapter 7
The next day, I woke up to find Armani had already left for work. The aftermath of last night’s drinking hit me hard; my stomach felt like it was in a storm, as though it was tearing me apart from the inside. The pain was so intense I found myself wishing for an escape.
I lay on the floor, quickly swallowing a few painkillers. They were imported and quite expensive, and my supply was nearly drained due to frequent use. I checked my phone to see my account balance.
Less than $10,000.
This money was what I had saved before I got sick. It’s ironic how Armani has a million-dollar fortune, yet as his wife, I struggle to afford life-saving medication.
After calculating the cost of the private hospital, I decided to switch to a public one. Clutching my appointment slip, I entered the examination room.
The doctor looked at me with surprise. "Mikayla?"
I looked up, a smile breaking through the paleness of my face.
"Ashton, it’s been ages."
Ashton is my neighbor, three years older than me. He frowned and glanced over my medical records.
"Where’s your husband? Chemotherapy is incredibly tough to face alone; you need family support."
I shook my head, feeling the heaviness of it. "He’s very busy. It’s okay, I’ve had chemo at another hospital before. I managed on my own."
Ashton's gaze softened with empathy. "You used to cry at the slightest hint of pain."
I brushed it off with a resigned smile. "I had someone to spoil me back then. Now…”
I forced a smile, unwilling to show my vulnerability in front of this brother-like figure from my past. Ashton tactfully shifted the conversation.
"I need to thoroughly assess your condition. Today’s not ideal for chemotherapy; come back tomorrow."
I got up, thanked him, and was about to leave when he called after me.
"How about grabbing a bite together? Let’s celebrate this reunion after so long."
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7.9
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9.7
I'd been married to Ezra for eight years, but we never had a wedding ceremony. Initially, he said weddings were too much hassle and unnecessary. Later, he claimed we were an old married couple and didn't need all the pretense. Yet on our eighth anniversary, he threw a grand coastal wedding for his childhood sweetheart. I watched the video of my husband in a sharp black suit, gently holding his first love. The guests were laughing and celebrating, full of joy and carefree. I glanced at the dinner table in front of me, with food that had been reheated ten times. With a self-deprecating smile, I left a comment under the video: "Wishing you a lifetime of happiness and lots of kids." Then, I called my lawyer. When Ezra returned, I had just finished the call. He looked exhausted, still wearing the suit from the wedding.
8.2
I used to think betrayal would break me quietly. I was wrong. It shattered my world in the most humiliating way possible—finding my husband, Vincent Miller, half-naked in a Paris hotel suite with another woman while I was preparing for the biggest ballet performance of my career.
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The morning after discovering his affair, I learned I was pregnant with the child doctors once told me I could never have. But before I could tell Vincent, he asked me for something unforgivable—to donate my blood to save his pregnant mistress and the baby he claimed was his heir.
That was the moment I realized my marriage had always been a lie.
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He offered me revenge. Protection. A second chance at the life I lost.
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8.3
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Family obligations and forbidden love collide.
Will she choose duty and save her family's legacy, or will she risk it all for a chance at true happiness?