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My soul drifted along, following Olivia to the hotel where she was staying.

At this moment, she was leaning against Liam's embrace, her face filled with tender affection, and her eyes held a lingering warmth I had never seen before.

Liam hugged her waist and asked with feigned heartache, "Liv, you must have been so frightened. When you found out I was trapped by the fire, you must have been terrified."

His voice was full of pampering love, as if she had gone through such great suffering.

"Mm, I thought I was going to lose you again."

Olivia's eyes glistened with tears as she gently stroked Liam's face.

"Thank goodness you're all right. Otherwise, I don't even dare imagine the consequences of not being able to see you..."

Liam gently caressed her silky hair and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid. I swear to you, no matter what happens, I will never leave you again."

What a sweet promise, what an intimate gesture.

But all of this, I, her rightful husband, had never received.

Thinking back on her coldness and alienation towards me over the past seven years, my heart ached terribly.

On the day the wildfire raged, we should have worked together to overcome the crisis, but she chose to stand by and watch me die.

She ruthlessly abandoned me, completely disregarding my fear and helplessness.

Liam's appearance completely shattered our marriage.

To Olivia, Liam was her wonderful first love, her shining moon.

To me, he was the shadow that had always loomed over my head. His reappearance pushed me into the abyss.

Back then, Olivia's mother looked down on Liam and gave him five million to leave her daughter.

Liam took the money, went abroad, and cut off contact with Olivia.

At that time, I thought my relationship with Olivia could finally take a turn for the better, but I never imagined she would blame me for Liam's departure.

That night, she threw herself into my arms, reeking of alcohol, and pulled me into spending a wild night together.

But while I was immersed in her rare tenderness, she called out Liam's name.

At that moment, I felt terribly heartbroken.

But I couldn't bear to leave her, thinking that as long as I always stayed by her side, I would be able to warm her heart.

But I never thought her shining moon first love would suddenly return to the country, that they would rekindle their old love, and that I would die in a wildfire.

When I was diagnosed with cancer, I called Olivia with a pale face, but all I got was a cold busy tone.

Even when I asked her to accompany me for an examination, she unhesitatingly hung up the phone because she had a date with Liam.

She even impatiently told me not to bother her with such a small matter.

The doctor informed me my condition wasn't very good. I endured the anger of being accused and waited for the examination results alone.

But at the same time, Olivia was revisiting old places with her first love, enjoying a romantic candlelight dinner.

Liam showed off the brand-name watch Olivia had given him and wrote in the caption: [After all these years of back and forth, in the end, it's still you.]

Olivia immediately liked and commented: [Being able to be reunited with you is the happiest thing in my life.]

My heart felt like it was about to split open from the pain.

The only good news was that the doctor said if I actively cooperated with the treatment, there was still a good chance I could be cured.

I took the report and wearily returned home.

Looking at the dark living room, I felt like I had been abandoned by the entire world.

Olivia didn't return until one in the morning, drunk and unsteady.

Faced with her smudged lipstick and the marks on her neck, my emotions got out of control for the first time.

I grabbed her shoulders with trembling hands, questioning why she had to be with another man when I needed her so much.

But she couldn't even tolerate this little bit of touching from me. She flung my hand away and stood there staring at me coldly for a while. She didn't even bother to give me an explanation before turning around and going into the bedroom.

She slammed the door hard, as if shutting me out of her world as well.

I collapsed onto the sofa, feeling like my heart was suffocating from the pain.

I hung my head deeply, letting the tears flow.

In my mind, I saw her bright smile when she was with Liam, and her gentle whispers when she spoke to him.

My heart was pierced by these memories.

No matter how late it was, as long as Liam sent her a message, she would get up and change clothes to go out.

Even if Liam just told her he had a cold.

Olivia had never shown me this kind of care and consideration.

I had a stomach problem before and was in so much pain I couldn't stand up straight. I called and asked her to take me to the hospital.

But she just snickered, "You're a grown man, and you're making such a fuss over a stomachache. How ridiculous."

At that moment, I felt an indescribable disappointment.

And now, I was finally dead. Finally, as she wished, I would no longer disturb her and Liam's relationship.