Ruined Salvation: When Hope Becomes a Curse

Sunny puffed out her cheeks, looking aggrieved. Sean thought about what had happened in the past and relaxed. "Don't let her get to you. She's just stupid."

When he'd first started fooling around with Sunny, I'd decided to copy the female leads in soap operas for some inexplicable reason.

"I don't feel so good, Sean. Can you come home tonight?"

"Could you ask someone to fix the gas at home, Sean? I'm scared something will happen."

"I have a fever and can't breathe, Sean. Can you come home and take me to the hospital?"

I'd thought of three excuses in one night. I'd called him thrice, but none of them had made him come home.

The following day, he'd returned with Sunny by his side and placed the divorce papers before me. Sunny had stood behind him and casually undone the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing the hickeys all over her neck.

That was the moment it had hit me—Sean truly didn't love me anymore.

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Sean's condition rapidly deteriorated. Despite using the best medical equipment available in the country, he was still so tormented by the pain that he couldn't sleep at night.

Sunny stayed by his side and wept incessantly. I was getting sick of watching them. How long would we be stuck in this part of the story?

If I were Sunny, I would ask Sean for a grand wedding. How else would she get her hands on his money if he were to die without marrying her?

She left the room to take a call. "Is it done? Why hasn't your condition acted up yet? Hurry up! He won't hold out for much longer!"

Oh, she was increasing her chances of success!

After she hung up, I saw from her phone screen that she'd just spoken to her brother. No wonder I'd lost to her—she was a ruthless woman.

A few days later, before the news of my death got to Sean, he learned that someone else could save him. A patient with symptoms identical to Sean's had just been admitted to a hospital in a southern county. It seemed he'd also gotten lost in the wastewater zone.

Sean stared at Sunny for the longest time after she brought him the good news. His eyes were filled with gratitude and tenderness. He pulled her into his arms, his hospital gown the only barrier between them.

Then, he said, "You really are my lucky star, Sunny."

She buried her face against his neck, letting her happy tears trickle down it. "I'm willing to be your lucky star for the rest of my life."

Oh, here it was! She was going to ask for a wedding!

"Can I be your lucky star for the rest of our lives together, Sean?" she asked.

That took him aback. For some reason, he turned away from her. I bet he remembered now—those were the very words he'd used when proposing to me.

He coughed and changed the subject. "Is there still no news on Elisa?"

The doctors shook their heads.

By now, my phone had probably turned off after running out of battery. No one could reach me. I also didn't think anyone but me would head to that apartment. I wondered when someone would discover my body.

Sunny was upset that Sean hadn't answered her question. She stomped her foot and left.

Surprisingly, he didn't go after her. Instead, he pulled up his WhatsApp and scrolled to his conversation with me. He called me, but it went unanswered.

He seemed insulted by that and sent me a voice message. "Do you think you're going to achieve anything by throwing a tantrum now? We're already divorced! Hurry up and reply if you know what's good for you!"

Just then, there was a commotion outside. I seemed to hear my name. The nurse who'd cared for me had burst into tears in the corridor upon learning of my death.

A doctor grabbed her by the collar and told her off. "You're acting unprofessionally! How can you just cry here like that?"

The nurse clenched a fist and retorted, "She was my first patient. No one is crying for her now that she's dead. I'm going to cry so that she knows someone in this world remembers her!"

I smiled. She was a silly woman.

The commotion disrupted Sean's thoughts. He closed the WhatsApp conversation with me and poked his head out of his ward. "What's with all the noise? Who's dead?"