Chapter 1 Chapter 1

The year my boyfriend is dead broke, I leave him. Later, he becomes a mafia boss and uses every means at his disposal to marry me. Everyone says that I am the first love he can never forget, the wife he cares about the most. However, he then starts bringing home a different woman every night, making me a laughingstock. Still, I don't cry or make a fuss. I quietly stay in my own room, never interrupting his affairs. Elton Carter is furious. He pins me beneath him, kisses me harshly, and growls, "Aren't you jealous?" He has no idea that I'm gravely ill. He could buy half the city with violence, threats, and money. He could buy my freedom, my marriage… and each night bring a different woman home, oblivious to the truth. Little does he know, I have just seven days left to live. --- After Elton Carter did everything to make me his wife, he brought home a different woman each night. It wasn't until he met someone else that he finally began to settle down. I first met Yvette White on my birthday, right after I had been discharged from the hospital. My doctor regretfully informed me that I had only about a week left to live, which was shorter than I had anticipated. My time was even more limited than I had imagined. While I wasn't afraid of dying, I feared the pain. The doctor recommended a costly medication that could relieve my pain and buy me extra time. Each injection cost fifty thousand dollars, and a full seven-day course would come to three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars... For Elton, the Mafia boss, that amount was nothing—barely enough to cover the cost of one of his lavish banquets. But for me, it was an impossible fortune, a price I could never hope to pay. To afford the treatment, I had to approach Elton for his help. It was then that I encountered Yvette, Elton's personal aide and the family's legal counsel at the Syndicate headquarters. Yvette glanced at me with disgust and remarked, "So, this is Elton's wife? People say I look like her. I don't see how. She's hideous." The floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious office reflected my figure back at me. My face was pale, a sickly blue tinge under my eyes, no makeup, wrapped in a bulky winter coat. She was right. I didn't look my best. And, in fact, I was dying.Seeing myself like this, there was nothing left to be surprised about. One of Elton's subordinates discreetly tugged Yvette's arm and whispered, "That's only because Mrs. Carter hasn't been well lately and hasn't been dressing up. Just a warning—don't go picking fights with her just because the Boss favors you right now. "You have no idea how much he loves her. If you upset her, don't be surprised if he tosses you into the ocean to feed the sharks." Yvette couldn't hide her skepticism as she rolled her eyes. She didn't think that Elton loved me very much. She leaned in, her expression smug. "Ms. Johnson, what are you still doing here? Elton always sees me first, no matter how busy he is. He says that I'm more important than anything else." Yvette flashed a smirk, deliberately skipping any formal address, that dripped with open provocation. Her bold, arrogant demeanor was a striking reminder of my younger self. I couldn't blame her for being cocky. After all, Elton did treat her differently. He had always surrounded himself with women. Each night, he brought a new face into his life. He used them like weapons to test me and provoke a reaction. However, he never maintained long-term relationships. His longest relationship spanned two months, while the briefest lasted merely a few days before his interest waned. Yet, Yvette was different. She was the only one who had remained by Elton's side for the longest time. I looked at Yvette and offered her a faint smile. However, my words did nothing to protect her pride. I questioned, "If you're really that important, then why is Elton still keeping you as the other woman? As someone he can't even acknowledge? "Instead of coming here to throw shade, maybe you should use that time to talk some sense into him. Tell him to hurry up and divorce me." Yvette was still young, so her temper got the better of her. Her expression instantly changed as she snapped, "The one who isn't loved is the real third wheel! You're old and ugly. What makes you think you can compare to me?" A subordinate quickly pulled Yvette away, worried that I'd be upset. However, I didn't care. I had decided long ago that I wouldn't let Elton make me sad, and I wasn't going to fight over him with another woman because he wasn't worth it.

Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Yvette could have steadied herself, but her body went weak, and she fell backward, hitting the ground hard. The sharp edge of the desk scraped her arm, leaving a streak of blood. When Elton saw that she was injured, he immediately stopped the meeting, in front of everyone. He walked over and grabbed her hand to scrutinize the wound. He coldly asked, "Who did this to her?" Elton's subordinate went pale with fear. I knew precisely what Elton was capable of when it came to punishing people. But I also knew that he'd never lay a hand on me. So I stepped forward and took the blame. "I did. So what? She had it coming." Yvette's eyes brimmed with tears as she leaned into Elton's arms, her expression full of wounded pride. She cried, "You're right! I brought this on myself. I fell for someone I shouldn't have, and now I'm humiliated and called a homewrecker." Elton gently stroked her hair and comforted her, saying softly, "Don't be upset. It hurts me to see you like this." Elton really did treat her differently. I averted my gaze, no longer wishing to see them. I composed myself to make my request. "Today is my birthday. For my gift, I would like three hundred fifty thousand dollars." Yes, I only want the cost of one treatment, to ease the pain in the final days of my life. I always thought that this was amusing. Despite being his wife, I always had to go through his personal aide whenever I needed money. This time, when the funds didn't appear in my account, I decided to visit him in his office. That's when I discovered that he had already replaced his personal aide. Before we got married, the deal was simple—he wanted me, and I wanted his money. Elton had always hated that I was materialistic and that I didn't love him. In the past, no matter how much money I requested from him, he always obliged me without hesitation. Yet, this time, he sneered, "You want money? Fine. Apologize to Yvette first." This was the first time he used money as a means to control me for the sake of another woman. It seemed that he planned to spend three hundred fifty thousand dollars to buy my pride and make Yvette feel better. I clenched my fists. After a long silence, I suddenly let out a quiet laugh. Suppressing the pain coursing through my body, I turned and walked away. I no longer wanted the money. Still, I wondered if Elton would regret not realizing that the money could have bought me more time and alleviated my suffering before I died. Thus, I returned home alone, the relentless pain from cancer forcing me to curl up in bed. Lacking the funds for medication, I resorted to taking sleeping pills, trying to deceive myself. As long as I stayed asleep, the pain would disappear. After I fell asleep, I had a dream about a time when I was 18. Elton had nothing, but he loved me completely. We were too poor to afford a real birthday cake and could only buy a tiny chocolate cupcake from a corner bakery. He pulled me to the window of New York’s most luxurious custom gift shop. He pointed at a princess birthday set—a crystal lace dress inspired by top designers and a custom cake decorated with gold leaf and chocolate sculptures. Elton hugged me tightly, hiding the tears in his eyes. He promised me, "One day, when I have money, I'll give you all the best things. I’ll make you my one and only princess." At that time, I felt like the happiest woman in the world. In a sleepy haze, I heard my phone ring. I picked it up, and a deep, familiar voice said my name. "Hedy." I smiled and replied tenderly, "Elton… I want a cupcake."

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

The sleeping pills wore off in the middle of the night, and the pain woke me up. That was when I realized that Elton had come home. He hadn't been home in a long time. He had purchased a villa for Yvette, where they lived together like a typical married couple. Elton leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, a wine glass in his hand, and looked at me with a tenderness that I hadn't seen in a long time. As I walked past him in search of some painkillers, Elton suddenly grabbed my hand and asked, "Hedy, why have you lost so much weight recently?" His tone was full of concern, as if he still loved me. But I refused to believe it, especially since he seemed to have just come from another woman's bed. I pulled my hand away and replied with disgust, "That's none of your business." Elton was abruptly shaken off, and his expression turned cold in an instant. When I entered the living room, I saw a haute couture cake covered in candles on the table, along with several boxes of the chocolate cupcakes we used to share.That was when I realized that the phone call had been real. I had mentioned my craving for cake, and that very night, Elton went out to get one. I couldn't help but wonder if this was his attempt to atone for forgetting my birthday. But I was dying. I didn't need cake, and I certainly didn't need Elton anymore. I didn't spare the cake a second glance. Elton frowned and grabbed my hand. "Hedy, are you messing with me? Or are you mad that I forgot your birthday? I didn't actually forget. I just—" He tried to explain that work had kept him busy and that he'd planned to be with me after wrapping things up. However, I cut him off harshly, "That's right. I'm messing with you. So what? You're pathetic. I said I wanted cake, and you ran out to buy it. You're just as pathetic as you've always been!" I brought up the past on purpose, as those were the moments Elton wished to forget—the ones that he felt the most humiliated by. He grabbed my collar and pulled me closer. Then, he lifted me and tossed me onto the bed. He was furious, and his kiss was rough and angry. I could feel my lip splitting under his teeth. I snapped, "Elton, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't touch me. You're disgusting!" However, that only made him angrier. He bit down on me, hard, and growled, "Hedy, would it kill you to just show a little softness with me? Do you have any idea how many years I've been kept waiting? "I'm waiting for you to come around, to say something, or to try. Do you know how happy I was when you said you wanted cake? "I dropped everything and rushed out to get it for you! And now you're telling me that you were just messing with me?" He fought to suppress the tears in his eyes as he gazed at me intently. Hidden in the shadows, I remained silent, offering no reply. The standoff between us dragged on. Neither of us was willing to back down. At last, Elton let out a weary sigh. "Hedy, what am I supposed to do with you?" He leaned down, drawing nearer and nearer. Just as his lips were about to meet mine, the piercing ringing of a phone shattered the stillness. Elton frowned. It was a call from Yvette. He hesitated but eventually answered it. Yvette said, "Elton, I'm at a bar alone… Someone just tried to hit on me, and I'm scared. Are you really going to abandon me for Hedy? Elton, please come pick me up, okay?" He didn't answer right away. Instead, he just stared at me. "Hedy, ask me to stay. Just say it, and I'll stay. I won't ever see her again." There was a hint of pleading in Elton's voice. But I said, "Elton, you don't deserve it." He let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh before speaking into the phone. "Yvette, I'm coming to get you." Then, he grabbed his jacket and slammed the door on his way out. I watched him leave and thought, "Six days left."

Chapter 4 Chapter 4

The next day, news broke that Elton had lashed out over Yvette. For the first time, the usually private Mafia boss made headlines because of a woman. A few paparazzi were waiting at the door, swarming me with questions the moment I stepped outside. "Hedy, as Mr. Carter's legal wife, what are your thoughts on what happened last night?""Were you aware of her existence?""Hedy, seeing Mr. Carter spoil someone else, do you ever feel like it's your fault?" I hadn't planned to respond, but when I heard the last question, I stopped in my tracks. I commented, "The real issues lie with the unfaithful man and the homewrecker, not with me." However, the female paparazza kept pressing, walking quickly to keep up. She said, "I heard that you dumped Mr. Carter back when he was penniless. Then, after he became a powerful Mafia boss, you did everything you could to make him marry you. "You've been clinging to the title of wife all this time, and now that he's found true love, you call her the homewrecker. Don't you think that you're the problem here?Are you just playing the victim to gain sympathy?" I sneered and grabbed the paparazza’s ID badge from her neck. Her name was Nicole Scott. I asked, "You’re Yvette’s pawn, aren’t you? Spreading lies to slander me!” "Is this the twisted version of the story she fed you? Elton forced me to marry him back then. Do you think that I wanted to be his wife?""If you really didn't want to marry Mr. Carter, then why not divorce him now that he's found true love?" I had planned to use this moment to announce a divorce in front of everyone, to force Elton to let go. But just as I opened my mouth, dizziness hit me, and my vision blurred. Nicole remarked, "Oh, sure. Not desperate to keep him? You can barely even stand!" I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and said flatly, “I’m not anxious. I’m sick—dying, actually. Sometimes I get dizzy.” Everyone froze. No one asked another question. Only the girl pressed on, aggressively, “Oh, playing the victim again?” Her tone was as grating and self-righteous as Yvette’s. The next day, the video of me being surrounded by paparazzi spread across the internet. Elton responded, "There will be no divorce. Stop bothering my wife." Within hours, the video mysteriously disappeared from the internet—no explanation. As for Yvette’s pawn, she lost her job and even received an anonymous threat implying dire consequences if she ever touched me again. With Elton's so-called "loyalty" on full display, I came off as dramatic and unreasonable in comparison. Soon, I received a surge of online hate. "Hedy is disgusting. If she didn't want to marry him, she should've just said no. She claims that she was forced. Really? She clearly doesn't want a divorce.""First love? She's just another bitch. And Elton still defends her? She's not worth it." Just then, a comment stood out from the sea of criticism. "You people don't know the truth about what really happened back then. So who are you to judge her? You have no idea how much she's been through!" I glanced at the profile picture and realized that the comment was left by my close friend, Daisy Harrington. Everyone began demanding to know the truth about what really happened back then. In fact, the truth was… painfully cliche. That year, my mom, Elena Miller, was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and the treatment for that required an enormous amount of money. Worse, it was a hereditary disease. I was still young at the time, so my symptoms hadn't shown yet. But as I got older, the chances of me developing the same illness were high. And even if I had children someday, they'd likely get sick too. The day Mom collapsed from her illness, she fainted on the spot. When she woke up in the hospital, the first thing she said to me was that I had to break up with Elton. I froze, then shook my head. "Mom, Elton won't turn his back on me. We don't have to have kids." I said it not just for her, but to convince myself as well. She held my hand tightly and said, "I know Elton wouldn't abandon you. He's a good man. But have you ever thought about him? "If he finds out that we're both sick, he'll work himself to death trying to pay for treatment." Mom urged me to break up with Elton early, before it got too difficult for either of us to let go. That day, I was quiet for a long, long time. In the end, my voice trembled as I whispered, "Mom… I don't want to lose him."

Chapter 5 Chapter 5

It had been ten years since then, but even thinking about it now still hurt. I was preparing to visit Mom's grave one last time. I had only five days left to live, and I needed to tell her that I wouldn't be able to visit her anymore. But before that, I had to stop by Elton's office. Mom had always liked Elton. Back when she was still healthy, and Elton and I were deeply in love, she had made a pair of pottery figurines for us by hand. One was a puppy for Elton, and the other was a kitten for me. The puppy and kitten fit together perfectly, as if they were hugging each other. It symbolized that Elton and I would never be apart. I gave the puppy figurine to Elton, but he preferred the kitten one because it reminded him of me—playful and proud. Just looking at it made him think of me, so he wanted to keep it with him at all times. He truly kept his word. Even now, the kitten figurine still sat in his office. I was afraid that after I died, Elton would just toss it away like trash. So I had to take it back and place it in front of Mom's headstone, so it could stay with her in my place. When I arrived at Elton’s office, he was watching the video of me—right at the moment when I nearly collapsed. I noticed that the spot where the ceramic kitten figurine used to sit was now empty. My heart sank, and I asked anxiously, "Where's my kitten figurine?" Yvette spoke up, her smile smug. "Oh, you mean that kitten figurine? A few days ago, I said that it looked kind of cute, so Elton gave it to me. He even said I looked just like it—playful and proud. "Honestly, what nonsense. I'm way prettier than that kitten. How could we possibly look alike?" I ignored Yvette and turned my glare on Elton, fury burning in my chest. "How could you give away something that belonged to me? My mom made that with her own hands, and you gave it to your mistress?" Elton gave a bastardous smile and shrugged. "That cat was yours? Sorry, I forgot. It's been sitting here for so long, I figured that it was just some worthless trinket." Before he could finish speaking, my rage took over. I grabbed the crystal ashtray from his desk and hurled it at him. Elton didn't even try to dodge it. The ashtray hit him square on the forehead, and blood began to run down immediately. Yvette screamed in shock. "Are you insane? You hit him over some stupid decoration!" Elton stared at me coldly and ordered, "Yvette, give it back to her." Yvette stomped her foot in anger and stormed out of the office. When she returned, she was clutching the ceramic kitten figurine in her hand. She hurled it at me, yelling, "Here! Take it! Who wants your stupid junk anyway? No one would pick it up even if it were tossed in the trash. Take your trash and get lost!" The ceramic kitten figurine hit the floor and shattered into pieces. My heart felt like it had broken right along with it. The kitten figurine was gone, just like my life soon would be. At that moment, I felt like I was that kitten. My life was truly ending. A sharp buzzing filled my head, and I slapped Yvette hard across the face. "That was my mom's keepsake! How dare you break it!" I grabbed her, ready to hit her again, but Elton stepped in and held me back. I watched him stand there, protecting someone else, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I cried, "Elton, you've read the news. You know I'm dying. Why are you still hurting me? You're a bastard!" Seeing me cry, Elton sighed. He softened and wiped away my tears. "First, it was the cake. Now, you're saying that you're dying. "Hedy, do you enjoy messing with me? You don't need to act all pitiful. I'm not falling for your tears anymore…" Before Elton could finish speaking, a drop of blood suddenly fell onto the back of his hand. I was having another nosebleed. But it was worse than ever this time. My vision went dark, and I collapsed without warning. Elton caught me in his arms, panic overwhelming his expression as he shouted, "Call an ambulance! Now!" He had never panicked like this before—not even in gunfire or when enemies pointed weapons at him. He had never flinched. But now, all he could do was watch as my blood soaked through his shirt. I was dying. If there was still a chance... Before he hated me one last time, I hoped he would know that I had genuinely loved him for a long time.