Love's Lost Ember, Fading in the Cold1

When I collapsed on the film set and was taken to the hospital, Wilson Burch was attending an awards ceremony with his beloved.

The doctor came over with the examination report and said, "You need to be hospitalized for chemotherapy. You'd better notify your family now."

I took the report from the doctor, unwilling to believe it. How could a mere fainting spell lead to a terminal illness?

Suppressing my panic, I dialed the familiar number. As expected, no one answered...

I rarely called him, but this time I persisted, perhaps because he was one of the few important people in my life.

After I called him for the tenth time, it finally went through.

But it wasn't Wilson who answered. It was his mistress. "Cierra, Mr. Burch is busy right now. Maybe you could call back later."

"Give the phone to Wilson," I said coldly, suppressing my bitterness.

Compared to me, she seemed more like his wife.

But no matter how neglected I was, I was still Wilson's wife. Celeste had no choice but to hand the phone back to Wilson. Moments later, his familiar voice came through.

"What is it?"

I tried to calm down. "I'm sick."

Even now, I still had hope in him. The moment I received the report, the only person I wanted to contact was him.

There was a pause on the other end before a questioning voice came through, "Is this a new trick?"

In that instant, I felt like a joke. Words failed me, and I couldn't utter a word.

Despite my distress. I still wanted to have a proper conversation with him, even if it was a farewell.

"Come home tonight. Let's have a good talk."

I suggested. He responded coldly, "What is there for us to talk about?"

I tried to say something more, but he hung it up on me, leaving only the beeping sound as if mocking me. Seven years of marriage meant nothing.

My manager happened to return after handling the expenses. "Have you contacted your family?"

The manager knew I was married but didn't know that my spouse was Wilson.

Or rather, no one except Celeste knew about my relationship with Wilson. This was the price I paid for being Wilson's wife.

In the seven years of marriage to Wilson, he never allowed me to mention our relationship in public.

Even when attending various banquets, Celeste was always by his side. I was nothing more than a woman under the title of his wife.