The Borrowed Tomorrow의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

I struggled to pull away, but Jeannie did not hesitate for a second and slapped me."How can you be this selfish? I've never fought with you for anything else. I'm only asking for this one thing! As long as you agree to donate your kidney, we'll register our marriage right away. Is that enough?"I stared into her eyes and finally saw the truth. The gentle, obedient, and almost saintly side of her that I had seen for the past two years was all an act.The love I had given her, the wedding fund I had carefully saved, the future home we had planned together, and even the life that I had imagined with her… None of it had ever meant anything to her.To her, they were just resources to drain dry; bargaining chips she could use to save her first love.I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and tore the compatibility report into pieces."I'd rather feed my kidney to a stray animal than donate it to a scumbag dying of late-stage AIDS.""What did you just say?!" Jeannie Cooper's sc

The phone rang for a long time before someone finally picked up. "Hello?"There was a smugness in Jeannie's voice that she could not quite hide."You took the medication?" I asked without wasting time.Jeannie let out an icy laugh on the other end. "So what if I did? Carson, if you won't donate your kidney, what's wrong with me taking a few vials of medicine? The drugs belong to the hospital anyway. Just write them off as damaged or missing. Do you really have to be this stingy?"I walked over to the window and looked down at the busy crowd moving through the streets below. "That medication isn't something you can use casually."Jeannie exploded immediately. "Stop trying to scare me! I already asked other doctors. It's the newest anti-rejection breakthrough drug, and Elliot feels so much better after taking it!"I lifted an eyebrow. "He already took it?""That's right!" Jeannie's voice shot up several octaves. "I already gave him one injection! Carson, let me tell you something.

The locks had been changed.I let out a humorless laugh and immediately called a locksmith. Ten minutes later, the locksmith opened the door with practiced ease. I pushed the door and walked inside.A strong smell of disinfectant hit me in the face.The living room was a complete mess. Men's clothes that did not belong to me were piled all over the couch. Elliot was lying on the custom-made leather bed in the main bedroom, the one I had spent 30,000 dollars on. His eyes were closed as he rested.Jeannie was in the kitchen wearing an apron, tending to a pot of soup.The moment she heard someone enter, she rushed out with a ladle in her hand. When she saw it was me, her expression instantly darkened."What are you doing here? Who said you could come in?"She pointed the ladle at me as if she were driving away an intruder. "Elliot is living here now. He needs a sterile environment to recover! You're covered in germs. Get out!"I stared at her self-righteous expression and found th

"That 500,000 dollars is already gone! Elliot's condition is worsening day by day, and his treatment costs a fortune! Give me the money from selling the apartment right now, or I'll sue you in court!"Without saying a word, I pulled a thick file from my briefcase. Then, I tossed it onto the table in front of Jeannie with a sharp smack. "Before you sue me, take a look at this."Jeannie froze. Suspicion flashed across her face as she picked up the file. "What's this?""It's a record of your innocent first love's hotel stays and bank transfers over the last few years." I leaned back on the couch and watched her expression change. "Page after page of hotel records with different women. There are also receipts showing him buying luxury gifts for them."Your Elliot isn't some pure-hearted romantic. He's a professional player who makes a living scamming women out of their money."The color instantly drained from Jeannie's face. Her hands began to tremble as she stared at the rows of ugly

Elliot's vital signs were barely stabilized, and he was transferred into a negative-pressure isolation room.Holding a diagnosis report stamped with the official seal of the Centers for Disease Control, I stepped out of the resuscitation room.Jeannie was crouched in a corner of the hallway, trembling uncontrollably. The moment she saw me, she rushed forward as if I were the last lifeline she had left."Carson! How is Elliot? He's going to be okay, right?"I handed her the report. "See for yourself."With shaking hands, Jeannie took the thin sheet of paper. Her eyes fell on the test results: [HIV-1 Antibody Confirmatory Test: Positive. Absolute CD4+ T-Cell Count: 12/μL]The evidence was undeniable. There was no room left for excuses or denial.Jeannie's legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed heavily onto the floor. "It really is... AIDS… He really has AIDS..."She muttered the words over and over, her eyes empty and lifeless. Then, suddenly, she snapped. Like a madwoman,