LOGINI spent years being the perfect wife—patient, loyal, invisible. I built a home, raised a child, and loved a man who slowly stopped choosing me. When betrayal became routine and silence was expected, I realized my sacrifice meant nothing to them. Walking away wasn’t an act of revenge. It was survival. This is the story of a woman who gave everything to her family—until she finally chose herself
View More[Lily's POV]David closed his eyes. The guilt was radiating off him in waves, it was almost visible, almost tactile. The kind of guilt that a skilled operator could use as a lever."You're right," he said. "I haven't been fair to you. I should have explained. I should have been honest about what was happening instead of shutting you out.""Then, why didn't you?""Because I didn't know how." He opened his eyes, and they were wet again. Not exactly crying, not quite, but close. The surfaces of his irises were liquid with the effort of containing everything he was feeling."I didn't know how to tell you that the woman I was married to is dying and I can't save her. I didn't know how to explain that being with her doesn't mean I don't love you. It means I can't abandon someone who is dying, even if she’s no longer my wife, even if…"He stopped. Ran a hand over his face.I watched him. Waited. I let the silence do its work."I love you," David said. "I'm marrying you. That hasn't changed."
[Lily's POV]He saved her on the bridge. He's saving her now. He'll always save her, because that's who he is — a rescuer, a protector, a man who defines himself by the women who need him. That scenario worked for me when I turned to him after my husband died. He instinctively reached out to protect me. That’s just the way he is.And now I’m taken care of and engaged, I’m no longer the one who needs him the most. I’ve suddenly found myself in the unthinkable position of being surplus. Not needed. Not the priority.Here I am standing in a bathroom while the man I fought for is sitting at another woman's bedside, and weeping.But if Alice is dying...Then I just need to wait. I need to be patient. I need to be the supportive, understanding fiancée who stands by her man while he navigates this tragedy. And when it's over, when Alice is gone, he'll come back to me. He'll have no one else. The whole situation will have cemented his loyalty to me in a way that no concocted scheme ever could
[Lily's POV]I ran.Not because I wanted to. I mean, Lily McCutchen never ran from anything! But I ran because my legs were moving before my mind could stop them. They carried me down the corridor, past the nurses' station, through the ornate double doors of the private ward, into the marble lobby where the afternoon light was streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything was gold and gleaming and absolutely indifferent to the fact that my life was falling apart.I found a bathroom. Locked the door. Braced my hands against the basin and stared at myself in the mirror.The reflection was a disaster. Mascara tracks like tar stripes down my cheeks. My nose was red and swollen. My eyes were puffy, bloodshot. The careful makeup I had spent forty minutes applying this morning was ruined beyond salvage. I looked like a woman who had been crying, which after all was exactly what I was, and the fact that the tears were real — genuinely, horrifyingly real — made the whole thing worse.
[Alice's POV]"Shut up!"She pushed past him, one hand already raised. I noticed that her nails were painted a deep crimson that looked like dried blood, as she reached for my face."You couldn't just let him go. You couldn't just die like you're supposed to. You have to take him back, you have to!"The slap connected with my cheek.But it wasn't a slap — not the controlled, precise slap that Marie had given Adam. This was a scratch, nails dragging across my skin, leaving thin lines of fire in their wake. I felt the skin break, felt the warm trickle of blood. But I didn't fight back. I couldn't fight back; my body was sluggish with exhaustion and the weight of the life inside me.Then David's arms were around her, grabbing her, pulling her away, his face a mask of stunned fury.“What are you doing?" he demanded, his grip on her arms was tight enough to bruise."What am I doing? What are you doing?" Lily twisted in his grip, her eyes wild, her voice breaking. "I come here — I find you
[Alice’s POV]The Swiss winter wasn't just cold; it had a way of biting through you, a cruel precision that seemed to target the bones. I pulled my wool scarf tighter around my neck, trying to preserve the little heat I had managed to generate. It was a losing battle. My metabolism was burning thro
[Alice’s POV]The air on the terrace was freezing, but the tension radiating from the man approaching us was colder.Adam didn't rush. He moved with a calculated, predatory grace, his tuxedo fitting him like a suit of armor. I gripped the armrests of my wheelchair hard with both hands. My heart was
[Alice 's POV]The air in the grand ballroom was thick with the scent of lilies and chilled, expensive champagne. It was a world away from the sterile silence of the lab, a shimmering bubble of old-world wealth that felt like a fever dream.Endall stayed at my side, his hand hovering near the small
[Alice’s POV]The villa sat on the edge of the research institute’s grounds, tucked away behind a stand of ancient, snow-dusted pines. From the outside, it was all sleek glass and cold stone, but the moment Endall pushed my wheelchair across the threshold, the world changed.The air hit me first. I


















Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
reviewsMore