Chapter 3

Despite my illness, why won't you all show me any consideration?

Six months ago, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The doctors said I had at most half a year to live, or as little as one month.

Looking at James, who loved me deeply, and my mom, who had been my sole support for seven years, I didn't know how to break the news to them.

So I took our love story and turned it into a screenplay with a happy ending, planning to film it as something for them to remember me by.

The screenplay was highly praised by industry bigwigs, who said it had a good chance of winning awards.

That's when Violet came back to the States and found James and my mom. She told them she only had a month to live and wanted to fulfill her childhood dream of becoming a famous actress before she died.

James then forcibly gave her my screenplay.

I got down on my knees and begged him, telling him I was sick and that this was my dream too.

He dug out my diagnosis from a drawer and slapped it across my face, mocking me:

"Which film crew made this prop? It even has the chief physician's signature."

"You weren't sick before, and you weren't sick after. But as soon as Violet comes back, you say you're ill. Are you really that jealous of her success?"

"She's about to die, and you still want to compete with her?"

James wipes my tears with his thumb, pulling me back from my memories.He pleaded in a low voice.

"Melody, I'm so tired. Can you please let me rest for a while?"

"Violet once saved my life on a snowy mountain. I can't possibly refuse her final request."

Before leaving, he turned back and quickly kissed my forehead.

"Don't worry, in a month I'll make our relationship public and give you a grand wedding."

"Everything I have is yours."

"Will you wait for me?"

After being discharged from the hospital, James bought a mansion in my name as our marital home.

He also hired a caretaker to specifically look after my daily needs.

One day, I woke up with a crushing pain in my chest, followed by coughing up a large amount of blood.

I panicked.

I called James.

I called Mom.

But no one answered.

Just as I was about to despair, James picked up.

I cried in fear, "James, come back quickly. I'm dying."

There was a long pause on the other end before his angry voice came through:

"Melody, why are you throwing such a childish tantrum?"

"You know very well that I'm at the amusement park with Mom and Violet today. You're deliberately calling to disturb us."

"If you need anything, ask the caretaker."

With that, he hung up.However, he forgot that the housekeeper had taken a day off due to an emergency, and he had promised to come back to take care of me.

I was in severe pain, rolling out of bed, trying to go downstairs for medicine.

Crawling to the top of the stairs, my legs gave out, and I couldn't make it down.

The pain in my chest made me dizzy, and in an instant, I tumbled from the second floor to the first.

My whole body felt like it was being torn apart, and my front teeth were chipped, blood filling my mouth.

I barely managed to crawl to the dining table, hoping to use it for support.

Accidentally, I pulled the tablecloth, scattering cutlery, breakfast, and milk all over the floor.

The pain overwhelmed me, and I passed out completely.

When I came to, James and Mom had returned.

Seeing the mess everywhere, James couldn't help but slap me.

"How can you be so inconsiderate? Just because I didn't come back in time, you throw a tantrum and destroy everything in the house?"

"I spent so much time and effort to renovate this house the way you wanted, and you don't even appreciate it. You've really disappointed me."

After saying this, he slapped himself hard several times, then crouched down and hugged me, crying.

"Melody, I didn't mean to hit you. From now on, I'll only be with you. It'll be soon, can you wait for me a little longer?"

From that day on, I became very well-behaved, neither crying nor making a fuss.