登入I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich kid's bet, and my devotion was nothing more than entertainment for his wealthy friends. He trampled my father's hard-earned savings into the dirt and burned my late mother's legacy on a single night of fireworks just to make another woman smile. So, I shredded the donor agreement and lay on the operating table for an abortion with a smile. Since they wanted a game, I’d play along with them until the end.
查看更多Was that fetus she aborted her own grandchild?The handbag slipped straight from Dr. Jones' hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud.Charles sank onto the chair, tears streaming down his face. "Mom... I think I've made an unforgivable mistake. Margo, I'm so sorry..."However, the howling wind outside carried only freezing snow, and no one was left to give him an answer.-Margo's POVThree years later, in Alderney.The barista placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of me, speaking in a gentle voice. "Your latte, Miss Hailey."I gave a polite smile and nodded. "Thank you."I had survived that emergency procedure three years ago, and after participating in the drug trial, my cancer was completely cured. However, the damage to my optic nerve was absolute. The specialists said it was a permanent injury caused by the lethal overdose of anesthesia.However, it didn't matter. I had long since adapted to the darkness.I was working as a simultaneous interpreter now, learning to
Seeing it was cancer medication, Charles' breath hitched.He frantically tore through the drawers. One bottle, two bottles, three bottles… There were twelve bottles of cancer medication hidden.At the very bottom of the drawer lay a crumpled medical diagnosis form: Stage Four Leukemia."No... this can't be..." Charles muttered under his breath, his hands trembling so violently he could barely hold on to the paper."She was just supposed to be anemic!"The memory of listening to Nicole's idea of secretly swapping out Margo's medication surged back to him. A wave of overwhelming guilt crashed over him, and he lunged toward the trash can like a man gone completely mad.Wads of blood-stained tissues filled the bin, stinging his eyes with a burning sharpness, and at the very bottom lay my bucket list diary, soaked in dried blood.As he opened the first page, tears slammed down onto the paper.[Nov 15: Threw up a lot of blood today, but I have to hide it from Charles. He's been spend
Third-person POVCharles' knuckles turned white around his phone as the seventeenth unanswered call cut to voicemail.Nicole pouted, a spike of resentment tightening her chest. Normally, Charles' attention and devotion belonged exclusively to her. But right now, every shred of it was consumed by that low-class woman she looked down on.She leaned heavily onto Charles' shoulder, tapping her manicured nail against the crumpled abortion form."Stop worrying. This procedure was scheduled at Mom's hospital, and I personally checked with the main desk. Margo’s name isn’t even on the patient list. She's just playing hard to get!"Charles' tense shoulders relaxed slightly, but in the very next second, Nicole wrapped her arms tightly around his."Charles, our engagement party has already been postponed three times. We definitely can't push back next Monday's date again, okay?"Nicole’s palms grew clammy upon realizing her effortless game was spiraling into an unsettling ordeal. She cou
His eyes turned bloodshot in an instant.He looked far too dirty, far too disheveled. His rubber boots were torn to shreds from hiking miles of rough mountain trails, and his face was smeared with mud and rainwater. In the eyes of these finely dressed high-society guests, he didn't look like a father trying to save his daughter. He looked like a lunatic, a vagrant.Without warning, a security guard slammed a heavy baton viciously against his head. Blood gushed out immediately, staining his graying hair crimson."Dad!"My soul shattered into pieces. I began to cough until blood spewed, choking on my words into unintelligible cries.Charles, acting completely oblivious to the violence, held a vice-like grip on my arm, sharply berating me. "Margo, stop making a scene! Apologize to Nicole right now! You were the one who started this!"He couldn't see a daughter's heart breaking into a thousand pieces nor did he give a damn about anything I cared about. The only thing on his mind wa
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