After graduating from college, I dumped my penniless boyfriend and left the country with a trust fund baby. Two years later, I was dumped. I returned to the country to find out that my ex-boyfriend had been succeeding in his field. He pulled all sorts of tricks to marry me. Everyone said that he was deeply in love with me and was willing to bury the hatchet, but they did not know that he had been making his way through countless lovers as revenge on me. He asked me why I did not care or feel jealous about it. With a smile, I looked at him. “I’m already dying anyway. What does it matter?” … On our third wedding anniversary, Leonard was setting off fireworks with Lily together on the beach. Curling up on the sofa, I called him again and again. “I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable…” As the robotic female voice rang in my ears again, I blacked out. I was lying in a hospital bed when I woke up. The doctor, Patrick Price, was hesitant to speak while he looked at me. Calmly, I asked, “How much longer can I live?” Patrick tried to comfort me. “There’s still hope if you have surgery now and undergo chemotherapy periodically.” Expressionless, I stared at the ceiling. “This is my second relapse.” As my chest throbbed in pain, beads of cold sweat formed on my forehead. “Ms. Green, there is a new drug that could suppress cancer cells. Each injection costs 50 thousand dollars. “As long as you use the drug for six months after the surgery…” Patrick suddenly stopped speaking. He knew I could not afford it. Despite being the wife of Harmon Group’s president, I was penniless. If not, I would not have had to delay treatment for my medical condition. Getting up from the hospital bed, I packed my clothes. “Let’s schedule the surgery first.”