Chapter 1

I ended my relationship with my former partner during his financial struggles. Upon my return, I found he had a new companion.

During the toughest period of my boyfriend's life, I chose to terminate our relationship. Subsequently, he achieved great success and made significant efforts to marry me.

People claimed I was his perfect match, his most cherished spouse. However, he eventually began bringing various women home nightly, shattering my heart and turning me into a subject of ridicule among our acquaintances. Still, I never shed tears or created a commotion.

I remained silently in the study, never meddling in his affairs. Frustrated, he kissed me passionately and murmured, "Don't you feel jealous?" He was unaware of my illness. Each day he sought retribution, I quietly tallied my remaining days.

In the third year of my union with Wesley Miller, he began a relationship with a youthful, appealing university student named Cora Miller. She was innocent and charming, exactly Wesley's preference.

He provided for her for more than six months. Apart from me, she was the woman who stayed with Wesley the longest. Friends cautioned me to be wary, suggesting Wesley seemed genuinely attached to Cora.

I first encountered her on my birthday. I had been experiencing nosebleeds since morning and went for a medical examination.

The physician informed me I might only survive until the following spring. I nodded slightly and whispered, "It's alright. I'm not afraid of death, just somewhat fearful of suffering." I heard about an expensive medication that could make my final days more bearable.

Lacking sufficient funds in my account, I visited Wesley's workplace to find him. I coincidentally met Cora there; she had recently graduated and was employed as Wesley's assistant.

He was in a conference, so I waited outside.

Cora kept gazing at me, murmuring to her coworkers, "Is that the boss's wife? She looks so ordinary and lifeless, almost like she's dying. Everyone says I resemble her; where's the similarity? I'm far more attractive."

The shiny glass reflected my plain visage in a bulky winter coat. Indeed, unattractive and nearly lifeless. A colleague discreetly pulled Cora aside and said, "She's just not dolled up. If she applied cosmetics, ten of you wouldn't be as beautiful as her. And don't rely on the boss's favor to antagonize her. You don't realize how much he adores her. If you upset her, he might destroy you."