With his voice trembling, Samson held my shoulders and declared with determination, “I’ll arrange the best doctors and treatment. No matter the cost, I’ll find the cure for you!”
But I felt nothing.
I had already embraced the cruel reality. It was too late for treatment now, and throwing money at it wouldn’t help.
Samson insisted on staying by my side and taking care of me.
He was one of the hospital’s shareholders. I couldn’t get him to leave, so I had no choice but to let him stay.
At most, we’d have two or three days together.
Early the next morning, I was startled awake by Samson’s phone ringing.
“Samson, where are you? Today is your wedding with Sarah. Get back here right now!”
Sarah’s crying could be heard over the line.
“We’ve completed all the preparations. How can you leave me at the altar alone? What am I supposed to do?”
Samson replied without hesitation, “Sarah, I’m sorry. Let’s call off the wedding.”
Sarah screamed in disbelief, “Why? You were fine just yesterday! Is this because of that ex of yours-?”
“It’s not her fault. I just no longer love you.” His voice was soft but firm.
“Also, Stace wasn’t a gold digger. She was forced to break up with me because of her illness.”
After saying this, Samson hung up and immediately switched his phone off.
He flashed me a smile.
“Stace, by refusing the arranged marriage, I’ve effectively fallen out with my family.
“Now I only have you left. You must not abandon me.”
I didn’t want to dampen his mood, so I smiled and nodded.
He hugged me tightly. Looking wounded, he said, “Stace, you’re so cold to me now. Do you still hate me?
“That’s because I didn’t know about your health. If I had, I never would’ve done that!”
“I never hated you.”
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It was the truth.
From the moment I decided to deceive him, I knew he would hate me.
But after everything that had happened, it would be a lie to say I felt no resentment or sorrow.
In the end, I turned over and slowly closed my eyes. “Don’t overthink it. Maybe I’m just too tired.”
He fell silent and held my hand tightly, never leaving my side.
That night, after eating the oatmeal he had prepared for me, I started vomiting blood again.
“Stace, why is your condition worsening?”
He choked on his tears, panicked like a child. “I’ll call the doctor right away!”
But I gripped his hand and slowly shook my head. “It’s no use. Stay with me for a bit.”
I knew my body well. I feared that I wouldn’t make it through the night.
Samson clearly realized it too. With reddened eyes, he wiped his cheeks clumsily and held me tightly.
“Stace, I’ll always be on your side.”
In his warm embrace, my eyelids grew heavy.
“Samson, just forget me.”
He was young and had a bright future. He shouldn’t let it go to waste because of me.
He managed a bitter smile. “How can I just forget you? There’s no potion to make me forget our time together. “Stace, if there’s a next life, would you be willing to be with me again? I promise to trust you unconditionally.”
I used the last bit of my strength and nodded.
Then I slipped into unconsciousness forever.
Samson held me like that for a long time.
It was only during the evening rounds that the nurse found my body cold and lifeless. She pushed Samson away in panic.
“Sir, Ms. Moore has been confirmed dead. You need to arrange her funeral.”
In a daze, Samson recalled what Stacy had said back at the club.
“I prefer cremation.”
He sent Stacy’s body to the crematorium. Minutes later, the woman he loved was reduced to an urn of ashes.
That night, Samson leapt from the rooftop, holding the urn.
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“Stace, I’m coming to find you.”
