The year my girlfriend was at her poorest, I suggested breaking up.
Later, she became successful, and by any means necessary, she married me.
Everyone said that I was her shining light, her most beloved husband.
But later, she brought different men home every night, breaking my heart, and making me the butt of the joke among our friends.
Yet I didn't shed a tear or make a scene, quietly resided in the study, never disrupting her entertaining.
She boiled with anger, harshly kissed my lips, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you jealous?”
She didn't know that I was sick.
Each day of her frantic revenge, I counted down the remaining time I had left.
In the third year of our marriage, Lily Park took a young, handsome college boy under her wing.
The boy's name was Luis Wood, his appearance was delicate and handsome, which was Lily's preferred type.
Lily kept him for over half a year.
Other than me, he was the man who had stayed the longest in Lily's life.
Friends advised me to be wary. They all said it seems like Lily truly cared for Luis.
The first time I met Luis was on my birthday.
I had been having nosebleeds since morning, went for a check-up at the hospital, and the doctor told me, I probably only have until next spring left to live.
I gently nod, whispering, "It's okay."
I was not afraid of death, but I was somewhat scared of pain.
I heard there's a very expensive medicine that might make my life a bit more bearable.
When the money in my bank account wasn't enough, I went to Lily's company to find her.
As luck would have it, Luis happened to be there as well. He had just graduated and was working as a secretary for Lily.
Lily was in a meeting, and I waited outside.
Luis kept staring at me and whispering to colleagues, "Is he really the boss's husband? He looks so ugly. Skinny and deathly pale."
"All of you say I resemble him. How can that be? I'm much better looking than him."
My reflection in the bright glass was a mess, my hair disheveled and covered in a bulky down jacket.
I looked unappealing, a man nearing his end.
A colleague pulled Luis aside and whispered, "It’s just because he hasn't groomed himself. If he cleaned up, he’d outshine you tenfold."
"Also, don't go provoking him just because the boss dotes on you."
"You have no idea how much the boss loves him. If you upset him, she may kill you."
