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I was lying on the hospital bed, vomiting blood for the third time, while he was carefully asking Pure Love how many grams of brown sugar the traditional medicine needed.
The nurse urgently pressed for payment, and I had to call Eames nine times before he finally answered.
When Eames showed up, he impatiently slapped his bank card on the bedside table, "Sophie still needs to rest. Stop bothering me with these little tricks of pretending to be sick."
I curled up under the blanket, clutching my stomach cancer diagnosis, listening to him talk on the phone with Sophie, his voice so tender it could drip water.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be right there."
Ten minutes later, my phone displayed Sophie's latest social media post.
The girl was holding a caviar brown sugar pot, happily writing, "It feels so good to be cherished by someone."
My heart twisted like a knife, and I completely gave up hope.
I immediately crossed out the family member section on the death notice and, with tears in my eyes, signed my own name.

Cancer and Snowflakes

I was bewildered by this sudden outburst of resentment.


"If it weren't for your antics at the hospital, how could her condition have worsened? Frostine, you're so inconsiderate!"


As he finished speaking, he seemed to notice something. He strode over quickly, grabbed my hand, and upon seeing the scratched ring, he suddenly flew into a rage.


"Who gave you permission to touch this ring?!"


Choking back the metallic taste in my throat, I spoke softly, "I just wanted a wedding ring of my own."


Eames violently overturned the dressing table. "Frostine, do you have any idea what this ring means to Sophie? It's my promise to her!"


The wedding ring that should belong to him and me was actually his promise to another woman?


"If you hadn't pushed Sophie down the stairs back then, our child wouldn't have died! You already owe her!"


I finally couldn't help but shout, "She fell on her own to frame me!"


"Frostine, you still refuse to repent!"


Eames raised his hand to strike me, but froze when he saw the blood I hadn't wiped clean from the corner of my mouth.


He slowly lowered his hand, his voice weary, "Frostine, I've already shown you the utmost kindness by agreeing to marry you."


"For what you did to Sophie, I could have sent you to prison.I look at this man who once stayed up all night brewing medicine for me and ran across the entire city just to buy pizza bites, and suddenly he feels like a stranger.


I still remember that year when I had acute gastroenteritis, he carried me on his back and ran barefoot through three streets, nervous and scared the whole way.


But now I'm standing right in front of him coughing up blood, and he thinks I'm being unreasonable.


"Frostine, that's enough. Our wedding is in a few days, don't worry, I will marry you," Eames says, and he does indeed keep his word.


As the wedding day draws closer, he's busy every day at the church taking care of the details.


But on the day of the wedding, Eames suddenly disappears.


I sit in the front pew of the church, my wedding dress skirt spread out, the vast space now empty except for me.


Sunlight shines down from above, revealing a deathly silence.


I waited a full 7 hours, calling him countless times, always getting a busy signal.


Finally, there's a sound in the church.


Eames's mother walks in on her high heels, followed by a few close relatives, her gaze falling lightly on me.


"Frostine, still waiting? Eames isn't coming!"


I don't say anything, my fingers lightly brushing over my ring finger, the movement trembling ever so slightly."Sophie is back. Don't you get it? The bond of childhood sweethearts is something you can't compete with."


Harrington family's sister-in-law spoke with heartfelt sincerity.


"All these years, Eames has only had Sophie in his heart. We've all seen it. If Sophie hadn't gone abroad, you wouldn't have even had a chance."


"His interest in you is just a passing fancy. He only agreed to marry you out of a sense of duty. Even if you end up together, do you think that kind of marriage would be happy?"


"Frostine, don't be foolish. Just let them be together!"


I remained silent, looking down at my phone screen, sending the tenth text message.


"Eames, I'm waiting for you at the church."


Mrs. Harrington saw this and sneered, "Why pretend to be so devoted? The moment Sophie came back, Eames couldn't even be bothered to look at you."


"Let me tell you the truth, Sophie isn't feeling well today. Eames has been by her side all night. He doesn't have the mind to come here at all!"


Hearing this, I suddenly felt a warm rush in my nose.She raised her hand to wipe away the blood. The crimson red streamed from her fingers to her elbow, finally dripping onto her wedding dress.


Chapter 4