Dying To Let You Go
Language: en
I got my boyfriend by taking advantage of his lowest moment. Years ago, Lucas Vance shattered his hand just to shield me, giving up his lifelong dream of being a concert pianist. Yet over the years, all his tenderness evaporated, replaced by cold disgust. He called me calculating, pathetic, and desperate. On the day I got my terminal diagnosis, I hid behind a concrete pillar in the parking garage, watching him gently wipe away Vivian’s tears. In that moment, I crumpled the medical report in my hand and suddenly felt at peace. It was fine. I was going to die soon anyway. I could afford to…