ManyWriters

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

Phoebe Johnson remained a constant presence at my bedside for over two weeks after I regained consciousness. Her devotion to my care was unwavering – she fed me, helped me use the bathroom, and nearly assisted me in dressing. I was anxious to recover swiftly, fearing that Phoebe might become overwhelmed if this continued.


During her absences from my hospital room, I attempted to use the restroom independently. While I could walk unassisted, my legs suddenly buckled as I was leaving. I tumbled, striking my face on the sink, resulting in profuse bleeding. As I struggled to stand, I inadvertently dislodged the cloth covering the bathroom mirror. Upon looking up, I was confronted with a horrifying visage.


Wesley Miller rushed in, enveloping me in his arms and shielding my view of myself. He grumbled under his breath, "I just stepped out to handle some payments, where has Phoebe gone? Incompetent!"


Chapter 10