Chapter 8
When I saw Chuck again, I barely recognized him.
Unshaven and gaunt, he looked like a man who’d lost his wife.
Clearly, Isa had put him through hell. But this deserved no sympathy–it was laughable.
“Chuck, why are you still looking for me? Wouldn’t my death be convenient for you two?”
His eyes widened with emotion: “How could I watch you die! We’ve been together for ten years–you’re the love of my life.”
I couldn’t help but laugh: “Did you think that while you were in bed with Isa?”
The man’s face instantly turned ashen. After a moment, he said pitifully: “I was drunk, and that tramp seduced me. It was all an accident.”
I rolled my eyes in disbelief and pulled up that social media post, showing it to him.
Every shred of his dignity was stripped away, layer by layer, exposing all the putrid, festering filth for what it was.
“You think you’re some victim forced into this? No, you’re the most disgusting one of all.”
“Isa could have been left with a caretaker to regain her health, but you voluntarily took over everything, managing her food, shelter, and daily needs.”
“You fed her ambition, encouraged her overstepping, and gave her the confidence to delay again and again.”
“You grew tired of weak, boring me who only brought problems, and fell for young, healthy, exciting Isa!”
Chuck’s eyes were filled with disbelief. By the end, he hung his head in shame, covering his face as he wept.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Willow. I was bewitched, but I truly can’t lose you…”
I closed my eyes and turned away.
He looked too ugly now, especially when crying–it made me want to vomit.
After fifteen minutes, Chuck finally stopped his breakdown.
“Willow, is there really no way for us to go back to how we were?”
“No, there isn’t. Besides, I’m dying truly dying.”
As his last shred of hope vanished, he gave a miserable smile: “Alright. Even so, I want you to live well.”
Three days later, Chuck sent me a private message.
Plot Me Die
Chapter 8
[The surgery is scheduled for a week from now.)
I knew it, Chuck would find a way.
I had kept that post for a long time–it was my final gambit.
At the end of the post was a [Visible only to me] section.
It contained complete records of Chuck and Isa’s affair, along with their personal information.
It sat there, just one click away from being published.
Though I didn’t know how Chuck convinced Isa to agree.
But it didn’t matter anymore. I finally lay on the operating table, welcoming my long–delayed rebirth. The surgery went perfectly.
When I regained consciousness, Dr. Sinclair stood by my bed, eyes brimming with tears: “I knew you shouldn’t die like this.”
I smiled weakly: “This is just the first step. There’s still a long recovery and observation period ahead.”
The road to full recovery remained long.
Dr. Sinclair pretended to be angry: “Who’s the doctor here, you or me? Think you know more than I do? I’m telling you, you’re very lucky–you’ll live to be a hundred.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll listen to the doctor.”
Post–surgery, I needed someone to take care of me. I had planned to hire a nurse, but Aunt Cynthia happened to call
to check on me.
When she heard I needed help, she agreed to come without hesitation.
My recovery days became peaceful and stable, with my progress astonishing even Dr. Sinclair.
“Your recovery is remarkable.”
“It’s all thanks to Aunt Cynthia taking such good care of me.”
Having someone familiar had another advantage–she could block Chuck’s attempts to visit me.
And if he ever angered Aunt Cynthia, he’d face her wrath.
Gradually, the entire floor knew that the girl in Room 603 was being harassed by a cheating ex wh Chuck’s reputation was ruined. He received cold stares whenever he walked through the hospital.
uldn’t let go.
Eventually, unable to handle the psychological pressure, he stopped coming, even when Aunt Cynthia wasn’t around.
and Thov Decided to Let Me Die
Chapter 8
But there’s always a slip in the tightest security, and one day someone with ill intentions found an opening
Isa snuck into my hospital room while Aunt Cynthia was out buying fruit, wearing a smug expression: “Willow, I’ve come to share some happy news!”
Without giving me a chance to refuse, she proudly announced:
“Chuck and I got married!”
She stared intently at my face, hoping to find a trace of pain.
Unfortunately for her, I felt nothing. “Was that your condition for agreeing to the surgery?”
Isa’s smile froze on her face.
Seems I guessed correctly.
