LOGINI was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep voice came through the microphone, "Baby? What're you doing? You're acting weird." My fingers froze the moment I heard that voice. He sounded so much like my fiance, Leo Harvey. I called him. The very next second, the custom ringtone I had set for Leo's phone rang clearly through the livestream.
View MoreA week later, I boarded a flight back to Sustrax. Leo died three days after I left. Katrina's message came while I was sitting in class, working on a new design. I stared at the screen for a long moment before setting my phone aside and returning to my sketch. My professor stopped beside my desk and leaned in for a closer look. His eyes lit up as he praised, "Quincy, this is beautiful! Would you be willing to turn it into a finished gown for next month's fashion week?" I looked down at the strapless wedding dress on the page. It was almost identical to the one I had drawn five years ago—the design my professor had spent 10 straight minutes singing praises to. "Yes," I said. "I'd love to." ... A month later, my gown was featured on the final day of Sustrax Fashion Week as part of the emerging designers' showcase. The model stepped onto the runway beneath a wash of bright lights. The pearls sewn into the flowing skirt caught the light and shimmered with every graceful s
The next day, I went to the hospital as promised. Leo's door was closed. I had just reached for the handle when raised voices stopped me in my tracks. "I'm begging you, Mom. Please stop." Leo sounded weak, but there was a stubborn edge to his voice. "Why should I?" a middle-aged woman snapped from inside. "You're dying. Yet, she still has the nerve to come here! What does she want? To watch you suffer? "If it weren't for her, would our family ever have turned its back on you? Would you have ended up living in that basement? Would you be lying here now?" "Mom!" "Am I wrong? Everything was fine before she came along. Because of her, you—" "Enough!" Leo's voice rose before dissolving into a violent coughing fit. I pushed the door open. An expensively dressed woman stood beside his bed, glaring down at him. The moment she saw me, her expression grew grimmer than before. "You actually dared to show your face here?" She marched toward me. "After everything you did to my
The next evening, I arrived at the restaurant right on time. Katrina had booked a private dining room. When I stepped inside, she and Aiden were already deep in conversation. The second she saw me, she waved me over. "Quincy! You made it. Come sit." Aiden rose and pulled out the chair beside him. "Thanks." I slipped into my seat. Katrina's gaze darted between us, confusion briefly crossing her face. "Wait. Do you two already know each other?" "We've met a few times," Aiden said. "At the hospital." "Oh..." Katrina stretched out the word, her expression turning into one of genuine delight. "Well, that makes my job a lot easier. Let's order." Dinner went better than I expected. Katrina carried most of the conversation, bouncing effortlessly from one topic to the next. Aiden was quieter, but he always seemed to have exactly the right thing to say whenever he spoke. I mostly listened to them talk, chiming in every now and then. Just as we finished eating, Katrina's pho
After that day, I started visiting the hospital twice a day instead of once. More specifically, I would visit for 10 minutes in the morning and 20 minutes in the afternoon. Leo's condition continued to worsen. He threw up more often, the pain became harder to manage, and he barely slept for most nights. Yet, he never once let me see how much he was suffering. Whenever I came by, he would force a smile and ask if I had eaten, if I was getting enough sleep, and whether I was falling behind in my classes in Sustrax. "You should go back," he said one afternoon. I was peeling an apple for him. My hand stilled at that. "You have classes, don't you?" he continued. "You've already missed so many of them. If you stay any longer, you'll never catch up to your peers." He looked at me with a strange sense of peace in his eyes. "Quincy, I thought I was going to die without ever seeing you again." His voice softened. "But I've seen you now, and that's… That's enough." I set the app












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