ManyWriters

The day Soren won a dual Best Actor award.
I had just gotten out of bed with an old, fat-faced man.
Clutching my aching lower abdomen, I gazed contentedly at the man basking in glory.
On television, he was giving his acceptance speech, holding the trophy with both hands:
"There are two people I want to thank the most."
"First is my wife, who stood by me during my darkest times, accompanying me out of the valley and toward a bright future."
"Second is my ex-wife, whose heartless abandonment motivated me to be determined to succeed."
His eyes shifted from tenderness to disgust.
What he didn't know was that when he first entered showbiz, he was targeted by industry moguls for being too sharp.
I begged others and endured three full years of inhumane torment to protect his future and his life...

Love Has Become a Blade

Pressured by Soren, she also asked me why I didn't just tell him directly.


It wasn't until I showed her the late-stage cancer diagnosis that she fell silent, hugging me and crying for a long time.


I returned to the home Soren and I once shared.


Out of guilt that this place might be tainted by my impending death.


I gave Sister Shaw $500,000 as payment for buying the place.


But I figured, as someone who's about to die, money was of no use to me.


In the end, probably because I was so insistent,


This sum of money brought considerable peace to my mind.


It also made life a bit easier for her and her child.


I was already drenched in sweat after arranging my luggage alone.


Just as I was about to get some water, the phone rang.


I was about to answer when the caller hung up.


I didn't pay much attention to this unfamiliar number.


Chapter 7