บททั้งหมดของ I'm Glad We Met After Marriage: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

My phone began to vibrate on my pillow, and it annoyed me. I answered it without looking. “Who’s calling?”“It’s me, sweetheart.” It was my mom. “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”I softened my tone. “Mom, are you still in Nepal?”“I’m back. I’ve received something wonderful from the priest. Come home tonight. Oh, bring Zach with you.”“What’s this wonderful thing?”“Don’t worry about it. Just come home early.”After the call, I felt even more dejected.My mom had traveled all the way to Nepal for some deity, even though she hated flying. Every flight felt like a small disaster for her.Sometimes, I felt like a horrible daughter.I packed up in the afternoon and headed home. I made no plans to bring Zach along, but I ran into him at the front door.“Did my mom call you?” I asked.“Yeah.” He closed the car door. “Have you taken your medicine?”“Yes,” I said, but I actually poured the medicine down the toilet.We went inside together. Sophie was there, and to my surpr

Zach lied to me. It did not hurt a little; it hurt a lot.However, I had always been good at handling pain. No matter how much it hurt, I never cried out.When I was a kid, I often got hurt. After playing with friends, I would come back home covered in bruises. But I would not cry out in pain, so no one knew. I would just hide and treat my injuries.Cecilia was different. Once, when we were playing, she fell and scraped her knee. She looked so weak, like she might faint. Zach quickly carried her into the living room. She sat on the couch in silence. But she looked pale and had tears streaming down her face. Her mother was panicking as if she was about to die.I did not even make such a fuss when I broke my leg.However, Cecilia’s pale and tearful face was honestly quite a pitiful sight.Sophie once said that if I did not speak up about being hurt, no one would ever know. But even if everyone knew, the pain would still be the same.As Zach iced my ankle, I did not tell him that i

“Why do you keep saying that you only have a few months to live?” Zach asked.“Because it’s true.”“Don’t you want to live longer?”“Even if I lived longer, you still wouldn’t love me. What’s the point?”He stared at me for a long time. “You want me to pretend to love you for three months. What if three months later—”“If I’m still alive after three months, I’ll kill myself. Is that okay? Are you worried that I might keep bothering you?” I cut him off.I was losing it. From seeing an alternative medicine doctor during the day to visiting my mom at night, my mental state was falling apart.He glanced at me and closed his eyes in silence.I was extremely frustrated.I finally fell asleep early in the morning. When I woke up, Zach was already gone.I sat on the balcony and stared at the garden full of flowers. I wondered how this mess would end.It would probably end in disaster.A call from Sophie brought me back to reality. “I’ve found something!” she said excitedly.“Say i

I rushed to the hospital and saw Zach at the emergency room entrance.Cecilia’s parents were both there. Mrs. Wilson was crying and holding Zach’s hand. Her voice was shaky and sharp, like nails on a chalkboard. It was painful to listen to.For some reason, I had always thought that Mrs. Wilson seemed fake, whether she was crying or laughing.Zach was softly comforting her when I walked over. “The doctors are checking on her. It probably isn’t anything serious.”“Zach.” Mrs. Wilson sobbed. “Cecilia has had such a tough life. She’s so young, but she’s already ill. She still has so many dreams left. Zach, Cecilia loves you, so you have to stay by her side.”I was standing right there, but in their eyes, I was dying soon. Cecilia and Mrs. Wilson were the same—completely self-centered.Zach noticed me and frowned. “Why are you here?”“There’s something important I need to tell you.”“Can’t it wait?”“It’s really important. It’ll stop Mrs. Wilson from crying.” I glanced down the ha

Cecilia and Mrs. Wilson hugged and cried with happiness. I just stood there watching. It was such a touching moment.I had to admit that Cecilia was better than I was in some ways.They were so smooth with their performance. Besides, she had utilized the misdiagnosis trope, so I could not use it anymore.I looked at Zach. After he carefully read the report, he returned it to the doctor and said, “Thank you.”When he spoke very little, it meant that he was deep in thought.Even so, his expression clearly indicated that he bought Cecilia’s explanation.At this point, what else could I say?I could only say, “Congratulations, Cecilia.”However, my words had a hidden meaning. I simply meant that Cecilia had successfully covered up her lies. Even though her explanation was weak, she succeeded once Zach believed her.She calmly brushed her hair back and smiled with confidence.“Thank you, Cassia.” She reached out to shake my hand.If I were as fake as she was, I would not be Cas