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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

A Countdown of Heartbreak

The porcelain fortune figurine crashed to the ground, shattering into fragments.


I spotted my identity and birth date, fractured into pieces, mirroring my life, seemingly beyond mending.


Abruptly, I sensed a genuine fear of mortality.


Yet I'm not prepared to perish, I haven't reunited with my mother...


I worry she'll endlessly wait if she doesn't see me again.


My mind was in turmoil, and I struck Cora, shouting hysterically, "That belongs to my mother! I do care! I truly do!"


I began weeping before I could finish speaking.


I reached out to Cora, but Wesley seized my arm, halting me.


My vision blurred with tears as I gazed at him, sobbing and then chuckling.


I berated him, "You're aware I'm dying, yet you still torment me. Wesley Miller, you're cruel."


He dried my tears and inquired, "First a cake, now death, Phoebe Johnson, do you enjoy toying with me?"


"Don't shed tears for me, I'll cease to care..."


Before he could finish, a crimson droplet landed on his hand.


Chapter 8