Mag-log inAfter I turned my phone back on, my mother messaged me on WhatsApp every day, telling me about the progress of her treatment. "I won't become a burden to you," she said.Siobhan also kept persistently asking to meet, sending me countless photos of her son."He looks a lot like Vincent, doesn't he?""Leo recognizes his Aunt Ginny. He smiles as soon as he sees your picture. Don't you want to hold him?""Ginny, I miss you too. Can we talk?"Vincent and I were divorced, which was another milestone victory for her. Even if Vincent hated her now, they had a child together. They could never truly cut ties.I blocked her, but she simply used a new number to message me again."I'm sorry, Ginny, but people are selfish, aren't they? Whatever I want, I'll always fight to get it.""I heard you and your junior are together now. Congratulations. He's richer than Vincent and younger, too. Does that make me your matchmaker? I'd like to be invited to your future wedding, please."Reading them
Vincent came, but he wanted to bargain and negotiate the terms."Ginny, it's all my fault. I know I hurt you, and I know you won't forgive me. I'll agree to the divorce, but could we wait until Mom finishes her surgery? She can't take another shock right now.""Those are two separate matters," I said coldly. "Does staying married really increase her chances of recovering? Did you ever consider before how much of a shock all of this would be for me?""I'm sorry, Ginny. I truly regret it. I should've stayed calm." The hurt on his face was evident. "Please, just give me one chance to make up for what I did.""Are you going in or not?" I cut him off. "Don't waste my time."He shook his head. "Ginny, please. Could you wait a little longer?""I'll have it done alone then."I turned to leave, but he grabbed me. "Ginny, we've been in love for years—don't you feel even a little reluctant to let me go?"The warmth in my eyes turned even colder. "Love? You don't get to talk about love."
I knocked on my mother's door.When she saw me, she froze, staring at me as though she didn't recognize me. Then again, I had cut my hair, and my skin had been tanned by the sun. I looked completely different from before.She raised her hand as if to slap me, but it stopped in midair before finally falling weakly against me. "Genevieve, you actually came back! Why didn't you just die out there?"She started crying, but I remained unmoved. In fact, I almost wanted to laugh. "Sorry to disappoint you. I'm still alive."She seemed to come back to her senses and immediately turned around to grab her phone and call Vincent. "Ginny is back!"Half an hour later, Vincent came rushing through the door, panting for breath. He stared at me for several seconds before pulling me into his arms. "Ginny, thank God you're okay. Thank God…" His voice choked with emotion, his entire body trembling with excitement.I pushed him away. "Vincent, I've returned to get a divorce."His whole body stif
I had been living on a small island in the Pacific for half a year.The stomach cancer had been a misdiagnosis, but the week I had spent living in fear and uncertainty had been very real. I hadn't wanted to make them worry, so I carried it all by myself. I had even thought about what I could do to keep them from grieving too much if the illness couldn't be treated and I died.Alas, it had all been me making a fuss over nothing.The book covering my face was suddenly lifted, and the sunlight was blinding. As soon as I saw the man's face, I sat upright. "You didn't say you were coming this weekend."He quirked a brow. "Shall I leave, then?"I couldn't answer that, so I changed the subject. "Have you eaten?"He gave me a helpless smile. "No. I'm hungry now. Make me something."I nodded and headed into the kitchen while he lay down in my spot and continued reading my book.Jace Carre was my junior at university, one year below me. I had gotten him into the company through an inte
Just as Siobhan had said, what happened between them had been a mistake made while they were drunk.But Vincent hadn't been drunk enough to mistake one person for another. The alcohol merely amplified the desires buried deep in his heart and numbed his reason. He loved Genevieve deeply, but he had also developed feelings for Siobhan.Just this once—he told himself. However, once a cheater, always a cheater.Little by little, he had allowed himself to indulge. Step by step, he had fallen deeper until he could no longer pull himself out. Siobhan made him feel something new and thrilling, along with a passion Genevieve could never give him.He didn't know how to face Genevieve, so he could only keep extending the duration of his so-called confidential project, putting off the moment when everything would have to be revealed.Then, Siobhan became pregnant.Everyone wanted to keep the baby, including Genevieve.Vincent didn't dare imagine what Genevieve would do if she ever learn
At the hospital, Vincent received a package. Inside was a diagnostic report, and the words printed across it were painfully stark."Genevieve Mansfield… Gastric tumor… Suspected malignancy…"On the other sheet of paper were only two lines written in trembling, heavy strokes, the pressure of the pen so great that it had torn through the back of the page. "Don't bother searching for me. Let me die in peace.""You may hate me, but I hate you even more."Vincent's hands trembled furiously. He closed his eyes, suddenly remembering how Genevieve's vomit had seemed to contain traces of blood. His heart clenched painfully."Vincent?" Genevieve's mother, Mindy Davis, came out. "What's wrong? Have you finished the discharge paperwork?"Siobhan was being discharged that day and would be going home with a private postpartum care team.Vincent immediately crumpled the papers in his hand, making sure Mindy couldn't see them. "It's something from work. I'll take care of the paperwork now."







