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I was originally going to show it to him..
I had no money for treatment, and I thought that even if he hated me, he would at least give me some money so I wouldn’t suffer too much in my final days.
But that day, he said he would celebrate our anniversary with me, then called me to Olivia’s birthday party.
Then he slapped me in front of everyone, saying a driver like me had no right to enter the private room, making Olivia and his friends laugh and mock me, treating me like a joke for their amusement.
In these 7 years.
I had experienced similar scenes many times, and I became afraid.
I didn’t dare to show it to him anymore.
“Because I finally paid back the money I owed you, and I didn’t dare to owe you anything else.”
“Ethan Evans, every day with you was like a nightmare!”
After saying this through gritted teeth, I continued to crawl away with my broken suitcase. When Ethan chased after me again with red eyes, I glared at him like a cornered animal.
“If you keep bothering me, I’ll die right here in front of you!”
Afraid of upsetting me further, he stood there at a loss.
I was able to leave the mansion, taking the few hundred dollars I had left to buy enough painkillers to last until I died.
11:39 AM
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Painkillers were all I could afford.
Even this money came from selling bottles when Ethan brought girls and friends home for parties.
For 7 years, he guarded against me like a thief, installing cameras everywhere in the house, afraid I would take even a penny from him.
Ridiculously, I was 33 years old and couldn’t even afford a hotel room, only able to wander the streets.
The bus ticket I bought was for 10 AM the next morning.
Unable to bear the cold autumn night, I went to an old apartment building.
A place Ethan had desperately saved money to buy for me, but which had gradually been forgotten.
The old window frame had holes, letting in wind that stirred up dust everywhere.
In a daze, I seemed to see a young couple standing by the window.
The boy hugged the girl from behind, his eyes bright with laughter: “Rachel, don’t mind that this house is old. When we earn more money, I’ll buy you a new one, okay?”
The girl smiled: “This place is already very good, we can even get sunlight here…”
At that time, we had just moved out of the damp basement.
Ethan had worked overtime for 9 consecutive months without a break and taken on 3 part–time jobs to save for the down payment on this
house. Several times he fainted on the street from exhaustion, with cars whooshing by, barely missing him.
But he wasn’t afraid.
He said he couldn’t bear to see me sick, that he never wanted to see me suffering in a hospital bed again.
His heart was full of me, he didn’t care if he risked his life for me…
An autumn rain extinguished the dream of the past.
I curled up on the old sofa.
The illness flaring up again was so painful that I couldn’t even open the bottle of painkillers. Endless fear and despair gradually engulfed my
consciousness.
I don’t know how long it was before I finally couldn’t hold on anymore.
In the moment before I lost consciousness, I vaguely saw Ethan’s figure.
Heh… even at this point, my dying hallucination is still of him?‘
Laughing coldly in my heart, I slowly closed my eyes.
In the next life, I won’t be so foolishly devoted.
