Through the car window, I could vaguely see that the beautiful woman, who always wore a red nightdress, was intimately hugging his neck and acting coquettishly.
Everything was so real and so fake to me.
Spencer, who had been by my side an hour ago, was hugging another woman intimately. Thinking of this, I felt so disgusted that I almost threw up.
He turned around and left this disgusting place step by step.
At two a.m. , I didn't want to go home at all.
Spencer had bought the house and built the house with me. Now that he didn't want me anymore, it was meaningless to me.
The night was chilling, yet I was so intensely painful deep inside.
In the end, I fainted in the rain due to exhaustion...
...
Spencer's cheating was a fatal blow to me.
The hospital's examination report was a disaster for me.
I had aplastic anemia.
I couldn't believe it was me, but the name and information on the report was solid. I was sick.
Aplastic anemia was a disease comparable to cancer.
The doctor advised me to go to the hospital as soon as possible, saying that there might be a chance of survival.
Then, he roughly calculated the cost. If I could find a suitable bone marrow, it would cost me at least a million dollars.
I was about to mentally break down.
My cell phone rang with a message.
It was the same photo, the same background, and the same woman.
It was just that it was a different posture. The way how Spencer had hugged her changed.
He hugged me like this last night.
I looked out of the window with tears in my eyes.
The sky was bright.
It started to rain outside at some point.
Pain and despair engulfed me.
Back then, I had been so heartbroken and desperate when my parents had passed away. At that time, with Spencer around, he had supported me.
And now... there was no one else who could help me.
In the heavy rain, my cell phone began to ring non-stop.
I knew it was Spencer, and I knew that he would definitely search for me.
But all of this had nothing to do with love.
It was three hours later when he found me in my family's house back then.
He held me tightly in his arms and kissed my wet hair, saying, "Jessa, why didn't you answer the phone? You scared me to death."
I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.
"Spencer, have you never loved me? Or did you cease to love me after knowing that I had cancer?"
He was stunned before saying, "Why did you say that, Jessa?"