Chapter 1

I had just been diagnosed with late-stage cancer. Before I could tell my husband, I found him in the parking garage. He had the new intern pinned against a car, kissing her.

Our eyes met. I didn't cry or make a scene. I just turned and left, tearing the papers into pieces and throwing them in the trash.

That night, he brought her home.

He deliberately showed off the hickey on his neck.

He and Sophia deliberately made suggestive moans in the guest bedroom.

But unlike before, I didn't go hysterical. I just stayed quietly in the study, never disturbing his little affair.

He went crazy, kissing my lips fiercely. "Evelyn, aren't you angry?"

He didn't know I was dying.

With only fifteen days left to live, I didn't want to fight over a man whose heart had already wandered.

Evelyn POV

In the quiet bedroom, my phone screen suddenly lit up.

I opened my email. It was a confirmation letter from a Swiss organization.

"Ms. Evelyn Hart, your assisted death application has been approved. The flight is scheduled for fifteen days from now. Please arrive on time."

I stared at those words for a long time, until my eyes burned, then slowly exhaled and pressed the lock button.

Fifteen days.

I only had fifteen days left in this world.

At the same time, on the hundred-inch TV on the wall, a financial interview was being broadcast live.

Under the spotlight, Ethan Sterling wore a perfectly tailored bespoke suit, devastatingly handsome.

The host smiled and asked, "Mr. Sterling, I heard you named the landmark building about to be completed in the city center 'Evelyn Tower.' Does it have any special meaning?"

Hearing that name, Ethan's usually stern eyes instantly softened with infinite tenderness.

"Evelyn is my wife's name." He looked at the camera, his voice deep and certain.

"This tower is my ten-year anniversary gift to her. I want everyone in the city to know that Ethan Sterling will always love Evelyn Hart."

The audience immediately burst into thunderous applause, and the host's envy was visible to the naked eye.

"Oh my God, Mr. Sterling and his wife have been together since college and are still so sweet. It really makes people envious. Any secrets to maintaining love?"

"The secret is to treat her as the only light in your life. If I could give her my life, how could I bear to let her suffer even a little?"

Hearing this deeply romantic confession, I leaned back on the sofa, my lips curling into a faint sneer.

Yes, everyone thought Ethan loved me.

When I got sick in college, he carried me to the hospital in pouring rain and ended up with pneumonia from getting soaked.

During the hardest times of his startup, he ate expired bread for a month just to buy me that necklace I'd glanced at.

In five years of marriage, he never spoke to other women, and all his assets were in my name.

Even I once firmly believed that Ethan would never betray me.

Until half a month ago, when I received my late-stage stomach cancer diagnosis.

Holding the report, I went to Ethan's company, wanting to see him, wanting to cry in his arms.

But in the dim underground parking garage, I saw him pinning the new intern Sophia against the car door, the two of them kissing intensely.

In that moment, my world collapsed.

No questioning, no hysteria. I just quietly turned around, tore that diagnosis into pieces, and threw it in the trash.

Since his heart was already gone, he didn't need to know about my condition.

I didn't want to spend the last moments of my life fighting over a man whose heart had changed like some pathetic woman.

So I calmly contacted the Swiss organization and set my own death date.

The door opened.

Ethan came in covered in snow. Seeing me on the sofa, he didn't even take off his shoes, quickly walking over and pulling me into his arms with concern.

"Why aren't you lying in bed? The living room is so cold. What if you catch a cold?"

He scolded while covering my cold hands with his warm ones, his eyes full of anxiety.

I didn't struggle, letting him hold me.

But the moment he got close, I smelled the faint rose perfume on him.

That was Sophia's favorite scent.

My gaze dropped, and I clearly saw a lipstick mark on the inside collar of Ethan's black coat.

My heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles, the pain stopping my breath.

Ethan noticed my gaze and looked down, his expression freezing for a moment.

But he reacted quickly, explaining without changing expression. "I had a business dinner today. The private room was crowded, probably accidentally brushed against someone. I'll go shower and change right away so it doesn't bother you."

Lying without even blinking.

I looked at this familiar face and suddenly found it incredibly strange.

"It's fine." My tone was calm. "Go shower."

Ethan paused, seemingly not expecting me to be so calm. After all, in the past, though I wouldn't make a scene, I would always be a little angry and need him to coax me for a long time.

"Evelyn, you're not mad, are you? I swear, I didn't even look at another woman." He carefully leaned in, wanting to kiss my forehead.

I turned my head away, dodging him.

"I'm a bit tired. I want to sleep now."

Ethan just thought I wasn't feeling well and touched my hair tenderly.

"Okay, you sleep first. I'll come keep you company after I shower."

Listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, I closed my eyes and mentally crossed off another day.

Ethan, you don't need to act anymore.

After all, I only have fourteen days left.