On the 5th of September 2017, Skylar Martin received a piece of alarming news out of the blue.
"Mrs. Carter, your gastric cancer has reached the final stage. If you don't treat it in time, you may not live for more than ten months. Please be mentally prepared."
Skylar couldn't believe it. A mere medical examination pushed her at death's doorstep.
There were only ten months left in her life.
Calming her breath, Skylar took out her phone from the pocket and pressed the speed dial.
"Grayson, where are you? Will you come back for dinner tonight? If so, I'll buy some groceries now and ask the housekeeper for help to cook your favorite dishes."
There was no answer for a long while.
Skylar bit her dry lips and she couldn't hold back her tears as they rolled down onto her palm.
On the other side, Grayson Carter replied nonchalantly, "No, I have social engagement tonight. Besides, you don't know how to cook."
Then the phone was hung up.
After recovering from disappointment, Skylar took a deep breath and walked calmly out of the hospital.
She shouldn't expect Grayson to give her any reply. They had been married for five years, and even when she had been faithful as Grayson's wife, he didn't care about her.
She should be content with these five years. Even when Grayson did not love her, she would have no regrets that he would accompany her to the end of her life. As she knew nothing, Grayson had taken care of her for five years.
When she got home, the cold air made her shudder. As usual, she ate alone, watched TV alone and slept alone. This villa was both Grayson's and her house. Yet, she was alone most of the time. Once she had gotten used to it, this kind of loneliness had not been terrible.
However, Skylar was terrified at this moment. She was afraid that no one would take care of Grayson ten months later and that he would marry someone else to replace her position as Mrs. Carter after her death.
In a daze, she felt the bed dip and a cold body clung to her. Knowing that the body belonged to Grayson, she immediately threw herself into his arms. Grayson held her by the waist without any foreplay.
All of a sudden, Skylar came to her senses. She could not see Grayson's face, but she could feel his presence. This was the moment that they were best with each other.
"Grayson, I want a child."
There was a hint of relief in Skylar's voice. At least, when she would not be around, a child could accompanied him in her stead.
"Didn't we agree not to have a child? Why do you suddenly change your mind?" Grayson asked coldly.
When Skylar turned her head, what came into sight was a handsome face with sharp features. His dark eyes were peering into her eyes through the dim light.
"I like children. Let's have one."
Grayson lost interest abruptly. Pulling out of her body, he wiped himself with a tissue. He didn't have much feelings for Skylar. "Marrying you was your dad's wish at that time, but I never intend to have children with you. Don't mention this again and be a good Mrs. Carter. Don't let me lose interest in you."
Skylar lowered her eyes and her heart seemed to havetorn apart. She knew very well that Grayson did not love her. However, she had loved Grayson for 13 years, so how would this love end?
"Is it because of her?"
Grayson stopped in his tracks and his eyes were icy-cold.
"Mila Owen."