Because of a terminal cancer report, my boyfriend of five years proposed to the fake heiress.
My whole family stood on her side, scolding me for being inconsiderate.
"Scarlett's biggest dream is to have a perfect wedding. Can't you be more understanding?"
Later, I was hit by a speeding car. As I lay in a pool of blood, I begged him to save me.
But he remained unmoved, "Next time, look carefully when crossing the street."
I decided to leave with a heavy heart, but he found me.
With tear-filled eyes and a voice full of regret, he said, "Melody, I'm sorry. I didn't know that report was yours. Can you forgive me?"