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It felt like a bullet tore through my chest. The pain almost made me cry.
I knew he hated me. But I didn’t think it ran this deep.
I couldn’t blame him. I had pushed him into hell when he needed me most. Of course, he hated me.
Liam’s father was a narcotics officer. His biggest dream was to wear his father’s badge again.
At 18, he got into the police academy. But to save me, he fought with some thugs, got arrested, and ended up with a permanent stain on his record. Dream over.
This book had been added on your bookshelf.
At 22, he was diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy. In and out of the ICU five times, six critical notices.
Before his surgery, he asked to see me one last time. I thought it was just another way to make me stay. So I told him, “Liam, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me.”
Now, facing the disgust in his eyes, I clenched my teeth. I had no words left.
I owed him.
My dry eyes blinked hard. My voice dropped to barely a whisper. “Let me finish this month. Please.”
I lowered my head, hoping this pathetic plea would move him.
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In the end, all I got was…
“Get out. Five days. Don’t show up again.”
Gripping the termination papers, I stiffly walked out of his office. The cold air conditioner wrapped around me like an icebox.
Suddenly, a wave of metallic heat rose in my throat.
I rushed into the break room, pulled out my cancer painkillers, and swallowed them with cold water.
After a long while, I leaned against the wall, barely holding on. Then I pulled out my phone, snapped a close–up of the termination papers, and posted it on my backup account.
“Day 1038 of fighting cancer. My beloved first love just fired me. Five days till unemployment.”
This book had been added on your bookshelf.
The truth is, I was diagnosed with hereditary bone cancer three years ago. My five–year survival rate was less than 20%.
The moment I posted it, my followers flooded the comments.
“Marmalade, you’re the bravest cancer blogger I follow. Since you’re unemployed now, just take a break and rest.”
“Fired by your first love? I thought you said he was just a broke college student?”
That comment hit me like a punch in the chest.
Lused to think we were both poor, Until after we broke up when he got together with Sandra.
That night, fireworks lit up the whole city.
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Everyone knew–the heir of the Caillet Group, Liam, was officially dating.
Later, I saw a screenshot posted on the campus confession wall–a chat between him and someone else.
The person asked why he pretended to be poor.
He replied, “I used to fake being broke to keep gold diggers away. But I’m not worried anymore. The one who tried gave up on her own.”
Bitterness filled my mouth. My heart ached.
At some point, Alicia appeared. She patted me gently, worried. “Gabriella, are you okay? You look pale. Should we go to the hospital?”
I forced a smile and shook my head. “I’m fine. Just…”
I handed her the termination papers. “Just… I won’t be able to work with
you anymore.
Alicia snatched the papers, read them twice, and burst out in anger.
“Liam is a bastard! Who does this kind of petty revenge? Kicking you when you’re down–he’s not afraid of karma? Does he even realize cutting you off is basically killing you?”
Ignoring everything, Alicia grabbed my hand and dragged me out, heading straight for Liam’s office. Suddenly, we stumbled into a noisy crowd.
Sandra stood there in a white dress, handing out wedding invitations and a bag of candy to everyone.
When she reached me, she smiled smugly. “Gabriella, you have to come to witness our wedding! After all, you’re the one who brought us
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Wedding?
