What would you do if you were in my shoes? i have just 365 Days left on earth, My Ex husband is expecting a baby with the one woman i trusted the most , He also divorced and threw me out ….But a billionaire wants to get married to me , This was just what i needed to ruin my ex husband’s life. i will make sure i ruin his life before i die, Speaking of dying …Does my new husband knows his new wife has just 365 days to live ?
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Day 1/365 Days
VICKY
"Your heart is very weak, and despite treatment, we’re afraid you may only have about 365 days left."
These were the words that made my world stop. What was I going to do now? My husband wouldn't take this news well...Williams wouldn't take this news well.
William Jake, the man I married right after high school. My first love. My everything. For eight years, he had been my protector, my best friend, my person. He wasn't perfect, but he tried. He brought me breakfast in bed after long shifts, left sweet notes, and held me like I was all that mattered in the world. We dreamed together. We struggled together. We built this life brick by brick, hand in hand. But that all that had changed and I don’t know why.
About two years ago, something in him shut down. Slowly at first. He stopped answering my texts. He barely touched me anymore. Then came the silence. The cold stares. The yelling when I made even a small mistake. The nights he didn't come home. I blamed work stress. Told myself he just needed space. But that space turned into a canyon. And eventually, the man I loved became a stranger living in my house.
Today was our ten-year wedding anniversary. And this was the gift I got?
Heart failure.
I couldn't hold it in anymore. I sat on the floor of our bedroom, staring at the doctor's report. My husband would be home any minute. The anniversary cake I picked up from the bakery sat in front of me. I picked up my phone and dialed my sister's number. She was the only person I needed right then.
Valerie and I were orphans, and she had been my support system ever since we were kids. They say twins fight, but we never did. She was my other half.
"Hey, Mrs. Jake... Happy Anniversary. So where's the party at?" my sister's voice echoed from the other end of the phone.
I couldn't find the right words. How could I tell Valerie, her only family, her twin sister, had just 365 days left on this earth. How on earth would she survive that?
"There's no party..." I sniffled through my tears.
"Vicky, are you okay? Why are you crying? What's wrong?"
I could hear the fear in her voice. I summoned the courage and spoke.
"I have congestive heart failure."
The words left my mouth, and there was dead silence.
"Valerie? Are you there?"
"You have what? Congestive heart failure? What do you mean?" she stammered.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. I sobbed until I couldn't breathe.
"That's not possible! You're healthy! There's no way..."
"I don't know what to do... I don't want to die, Val. I don't know..." I couldn't finish the sentence. I was choking on my own tears. It was finally dawning on me that I was going to die.
"You won't die... You can't die. I'm on my way to your house. Don't go anywhere. This can't be real," Valerie sobbed, and the line went dead.
I heard screeching tires and I knew Williams was home. I immediately wiped my tears and shoved the doctor's report under our bed. I rushed downstairs to welcome him. This morning, he'd left the house without saying a word. It had been like that for days, the silent treatment.
It felt like I was the only one still holding on to the last thread of our marriage.
And it wasn't just silence anymore.
Lately, Williams had become abusive, physically and emotionally. My husband was hurting me, yet somehow I kept holding on. Because I loved him. Because I believed he would go back to being the sweet man I married.
I heard the front door open. He was inside our home now. I composed myself and ran outside to greet him.
"Honey... you're back."
Silence. He didn't respond.
"Let me help you with that," I rushed to take the suitcase from his hand, even though he'd already walked past me, acting like he didn't see the woman he was supposed to be celebrating ten years of marriage with.
"Williams... how was work?" I tried to make small talk.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped.
"What do you mean, what am I doing here? This is our house..." I chuckled bitterly.
"Don't play dumb. You're supposed to be at work. Shouldn’t you be off cleaning today?"
He was right. I worked for the Rogers family by cleaning their sons’ penthouses. Today I was scheduled to clean for Rue Rogers, but he was out of town, so I took the day off. After all, it was our anniversary.
"Mr. Rue's out of town, so I thought I'd take the day off. It's our anniversary today. Did you forget?" I asked, and he sighed. This time he turned to me, finally facing me.
"Anniversary?" He asked like he had no clue what I was talking about.
"Our ten-year wedding anniversary. How can you forget?”
"And so what? What's so special about that?"
"It's not just any anniversary... We've been married for ten years. That's a decade. It deserves a celebration,” I explained. “Come, there's cake upstairs," I said, grabbing his wrist to lead him to our bedroom.
He pushed me away.
"Will..."
"Are you mad? I don’t want your stupid cake,” he yelled. “Vicky... are you slowly going crazy, or are you already there? Anniversary? What the hell are we celebrating? Ten years? What's the proof we're even married? No kids... just your stupid, annoying self taking up space in my house!"
"It's our house... We built it together. And you know how much I love kids..."
"You love kids? But you can't even give birth to one? You're delusional. Built this house? With me? You're losing your damn mind!" Williams yelled.
I just stood there. It was easy for the tears to come. I was already broken. I couldn't hide it anymore.
"Why? Why can't you just pretend … even for one day? Why can't you pretend to love me? Why couldn't you put on a show today of all days to make me happy?" I screamed, sobbing uncontrollably.
Williams stormed down the stairs and grabbed my arms.
"Why are you crying, you crazy woman? I'm the one stuck in this marriage with some orphaned, useless, barren woman! I'm the one stuck with you, so if anyone should be crying, it's me!"
"Williams... please, let's not do this. Not today..."
He didn't respond. He left me downstairs and went up to our room. I followed him.
I had done a bit of decorating to the bedroom. There were balloons and ribbons. I even got him a gift that emptied my bank account, a Rolex watch.
Even though the day had started badly, I hoped this would fix it.
"Oh, more drama..." Williams scoffed, shoving the decorations out of his way.
"I did this in a hurry..." I said, sniffling.
"You shouldn't have. Clean this mess up. I need to sleep."
"What about the cake? It's your favorite flavor," I said, picking up the bento cake. It was inscribed with ‘Many More 10 Years Added’. I asked the lady at the bakery to write it, and she'd gushed about how lucky we were. Now here I was.
"Here... have some."
"Vicky! Get the fuck out of my face!" Williams shouted, shoving me again.
I stumbled and hit the wooden table, hitting my head on the sharp edges. My nose started bleeding.
"Goddamnit! This is why I hate you! You're so weak and stupid. Clean up this mess, and if I see a single blood stain on my wall, you're dead this time."
This was it. The moment I realized he didn't care at all.
I cried. Quietly. The kind of tears that burn, but you don't make a sound, just to avoid angering him more. And then the words escaped my mouth.
"I have congestive heart failure... I'm dying, Williams..."
Chapter 95: On a good Saturday. Day 32/365 VICKYI woke up with a jolt, my heart was filled with so much joy of a child anticipating santa and christmas present, For a second, I didn’t even know why I felt so energized… then i reached for my calendar to track my dates ,Today was day 32 out of 365. I sat up, reached for my diary, and scribbled in bold letters:“Day 32/365 — I have a plan.”That was all I needed to write. I dropped the pen, jumped out of bed like the house was on fire, and headed straight to the kitchen.I was going to cook. Not because I suddenly wanted to be a chef, but because I had something important to do today and I needed Rue on my side.The kitchen was quiet when I stepped in, the kind of silence that made you feel like you were sneaking around. I turned on the gas, tied my scarf, and started working, i was making pasta and sauced chicken , that might be too much for breakfast but it was going to be worth it , I didn’t even realize how fast time was moving
Chapter – The Big 7VICKY. I took a deep breath and pushed my emotions aside. Whatever happened with Rue was going to stay buried for now. I wasn’t going to let it distract me.I turned to Julia and forced a smile. “Let’s forget anything just happened, yeah? Tell me why you came. You said you had good news.”Her eyes lit up immediately. “Oh my God, yes! Vick, you’re trending!”I blinked. “Huh?”She grabbed her phone, shoved it in my face, and practically squealed. “Your statement about the egg incident babe, it’s everywhere! Twitter, Instagram, TikTok… Vicky, people are obsessed with how you handled that mess!”I took the phone and stared at the screen. There it was, the videos of me standing on stage with egg dripping down my dress, but head high and composed like I’d rehearsed that entire humiliation. Someone had added text: “Unbothered. Grace under pressure.” The comments were full of:“She carried herself like a queen.”“This is how you silence haters.”“She ate and left no crumb
Chapter 93: Wrong Timing VICKY . I heard a car pull into the driveway, and when I peeked through the curtain and saw it was Rue’s, I panicked.“Crap,” I muttered under my breath and leapt off the couch.I didn’t know why I was suddenly trying to escape like a criminal, but something about being around him lately felt like walking on a tightrope. I sprinted toward the stairs, my heart racing, hoping I could make it to my room before he walked in.But of course, I wasn’t that lucky.“Where are you running off to?” his voice echoed from behind.I froze at the foot of the staircase, already halfway up, and turned back slowly with what I hoped was a nonchalant smile. “I just… needed to go to the bathroom,” I replied.His eyes narrowed a little, like he didn’t believe me. But he didn’t press it. Instead, he reached into the small brown bag he was holding and pulled out a familiar cup.My eyes widened. “Is that… is that from Iceville?”“Yeah,” he said, walking up and handing it to me. “Coo
Chapter 92:I Like Her , A lot. Rue ‘s Pov Vicky had been quiet for a few minutes, her head resting on my shoulder, her breath shaky but slowing down. My arms were still around her, not because I didn’t know what else to do but because I didn’t want to let go. Not yet.Then she pulled away gently.“Rue,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. “Do you mind if I rest for a bit… alone?”I nodded, even though I didn’t want to. “Yeah, of course,” I said, pulling back. “Get some rest. You need it.”She gave a tired smile, one of those half-hearted ones that didn’t reach her eyes. “Thanks… for staying.”I stepped out of her room and walked back to mine, shutting the door behind me like I was sealing off something fragile. My chest was tight. I sat on the edge of my bed, running both hands down my face. I should’ve been fine. We’ve hugged before, Done even more , We’ve had sex before . But tonight, it was felt like there was a pull.The look in her eyes when she cried into me.The way
Chapter 91: Distractions and Decisions VALERIE’s POV The sun was already up when I stepped out of the house, and I swear even it knew something important was about to happen. Public holiday or not, I was hyped. Today was my interview with Sienna Calloway — the Sienna. Media queen. Ice princess. My soon-to-be boss. I’d picked my outfit last night: sleek pencil skirt, soft lavender blouse that kissed my skin just right, a touch of perfume that whispered confidence. My hair was done, i had a calm glowing makeup and a new nails set ,i looked almost like the new Vicky but the Valerie version Williams came out of the kitchen just as I stepped into the hallway. “ How do i look ?” i did a little twirl. He whistled low. “Damn, you look… expensive.” I smirked. “I know.” “Interview still on today? Even with the public holiday and all ?” “People like Sienna don’t do public holidays,” I replied, grabbing my bag. He nodded and leaned against the wall. “Want me to drop you off?” “No n
Chapter 90:A Shoulder to Lean OnDay 31/365VICKYI’ve never been more grateful for a public holiday in my entire life.After last night’s eggy disaster, waking up felt like peeling off shame from my pores. I took a long bath, used all the expensive soaps Rue stacked in the guest bathroom, even that lavender one that smells like money and retirement plans. And still—still—I swore I could smell egg yolk on my skin.Maybe it was in my head. Or maybe humiliation really does linger longer than perfume.I wrapped myself in my robe and made my way downstairs. The house was quiet, almost suspiciously so. Rue was in the kitchen wearing his hoodie like he was trying to pretend he was a regular guy and not the man whose entire bloodline witnessed my public egging.He turned when he saw me. “Morning,” he said, far too casual. Like nothing happened.“Morning,” I replied, squinting at him. “You look… suspiciously calm.” “ How was your night ? did you sleep well ?” He asked his face beaming with s
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