Chapter 2

It was the fourth year of our marriage.His first love divorced and came home from abroad, while I had cancer and was dying.

During my remaining six months of life, I still played the role of Timothy's good wife.

After reading the diary I left behind, Timothy had a complete breakdown.

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Coming out of the hospital with the diagnosis in my hand, I wanted to call Timothy.

I stared at his name in the contacts, but couldn't dial out.

While I was hesitating, he called me first.

His voice was as low and cold as ever, but somewhat softer when he called my name.

"I'm not coming back for dinner. Something's come up. I'll probably be home late. Rest early and don't wait for me."

All the words got stuck in my throat.

"...Ok."

The call was brief, as always. He hung up, and I still kept the phone to my ear.

The scarlet sunset stained the sky like blood.

***

I've been married to Timothy for four years.

And I've loved him for almost ten years.

He was pushed hard by his family to get married, and they arranged all sorts of blind dates for him. I was lucky that he was okay with me, so I became his wife.

Timothy needed a wife, and I was just right for that role.

He had a cool personality, didn't talk much and didn't show much emotion.

After two years, this iceberg finally melted for me.

We began to be more like a normal married couple, living an ordinary but cozy life. Little by little, the reality was getting closer to my dream.

Yet before that dream could be fully manifested, my reality was about to collapse.

Today, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

And I happened to know that today, his first love, Carol, returned from abroad.

So he was busy hanging up on me to meet with the woman who had his heart.

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I didn't eat and waited for him in the living room, for a long time.

Soon it was deep into the night. The door to the living room opened, and I was awakened from drowsiness.

Timothy carefully closed the door, and his steps were also light. The moment he turned the lights on, we were looking at each other's eyes.

He froze for a moment and then frowned slightly: "Still awake?"

"I fell asleep on the couch." I looked at him and smiled, "Just woke up when you came in."

Timothy nodded. His face was calm.

I went forward to take his jacket. Sandalwood mixed with something floral; the scent went straight into my nose. Sickening.

That floral scent was Carol's favorite fragrance.

On the day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, my husband went to pick up his first love.