I Promised Her Anything, Even My Death のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

I sat in the lobby of the hospital for over three hours when I was diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer. I still hadn't figured out how to break the news to my wife, Rosalie Jackson, when I got a call from her."Free up some time in your schedule and come home, Nathan," she said. "He's coming back next month, so we need to get a divorce as soon as possible. I don't want to be still saddled with a bastard like you when he's back."I tightened my grip on my phone. Rosalie and I just had a big fight a few days ago because I wanted a child and because her childhood sweetheart, Brandon Milton, was about to return to the country.I was worried that she was going to leave me, so I made a suggestion. "We've been married for five years. Maybe it's time for us to have a child?""Who do you think you are?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Do you really think that you deserve to have a child with me?"Although I was a man, I nearly cried when I heard her words. My heart a

If I put myself in Rosalie's shoes, perhaps our marriage was a mistake from the very beginning.The Jackson family was in a precarious position five years ago. To build a stable relationship with a powerful company like Lowen Group, Isaac insisted we get married. From a businessman's perspective, nothing was more stable than a marriage between their children, creating an entity of shared interests.Rosalie didn't agree with the arrangement, but she couldn't speak up in front of her parents. That was why she begged me, hoping that I would step forward and reject the arrangement instead.She had cried her heart out that day, telling me that she already had someone she loved. She said that she didn't want to become a sacrificial lamb in her parents' pursuit of glory, explaining that they wouldn't listen to her.However, I was different. I was the Lowen family's only son. Her parents couldn't do anything to me if I said I didn't want to marry her. She looked so lost and helpless when s

Rosalie grabbed her phone and tapped our chat while waiting at another red light. The last message was sent two weeks ago on the eve of Thanksgiving."I've bought the Thanksgiving presents for Mom and Dad, honey," I said. "I'm sure that they'll love them. I'm coming home now to pick you up.""No need. I know how to go back to my own home," was Rosalie's response.She always treated me so coldly.Rosalie navigated to my social media account next. However, there was nothing on my feed.…Rosalie didn't get out of the car right away after parking in the airport lot. Instead, she sat there and stared off into the distance, as if in a daze. A long time passed before she finally let out a deep sigh and got out of the car.I floated some distance behind her. I couldn't figure out why she was in such low spirits. She was about to reunite with her first love soon. Shouldn't she be over the moon?I tried my best to float away when I thought about her meeting Brandon soon. It was a little

Rosalie stumbled back a couple of steps with a shocked and bewildered expression. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and started calling me. She was trembling slightly as she crossed her arms, repeating the same words over and over again. "Pick up… Pick up the phone now…"However, she received the same response every time. A mechanical voice said, "The number you have dialed is not in service."She navigated to her contacts list and dialed my best friend, Harry Pillon's number.Harry had no idea that Rosalie and I had filed for divorce. His voice was laced with pain when he answered, "My condolences, Rosalie.""Who's the one who died in the Lowen family?" Rosalie shrieked. "Who's the one who's dead?"Harry was briefly stunned on the other end of the line. "It's Nate. Shouldn't you know that?" he asked.Rosalie's phone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. "He's… dead?"…My corpse had already been cremated by the time Rosalie made it to the funeral.I saw Mo