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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

She inquired, "Is life truly not worth living for you?"


Her sobs made my heart ache. I longed to reach out and dry her cheeks.


To reassure her, telling her not to fret about me.


I'm simply going to drift into a long, tranquil slumber.


She questioned again, "Could you awaken just once more?"


"You mentioned saying a proper farewell to avoid regrets."


"You haven't bid goodbye to your mother or me, how can you depart like this......"


The medical monitor began to sound, and the physician encouraged Phoebe to keep conversing with me.


He mentioned I was exhibiting signs of consciousness.


That day, Phoebe grasped my hand, neglecting even water, speaking to me continuously.


She wept and chuckled, causing me concern.


I had intended to pass away, but seeing her in this state, it felt wrong not to rouse and console her.


I struggled against my damaged body, and finally, around midnight, I opened my eyes.


Chapter 9