To get revenge on me, Lucas Reed often brought different women home to spend the night. On nights like these, I would always make various noises. Either coughing violently all night. Or getting up every few minutes to drink water. Always creating all kinds of noise. But this didn't affect him at all. The master bedroom door was always tightly closed. He probably thought I was deliberately making these noises, hoping he would come to see me. Actually, it wasn't. I was terminally ill, just physically uncomfortable. However, in his view, I was a born liar with endless schemes. Later, the hospital finally announced that I had one month left, time to arrange my affairs. That day. He was leaning against the headboard smoking. I gave him the divorce papers. He sneered, "Done with all your tricks, now using divorce to get my attention?" He wouldn't divorce. The day his "white moonlight" (first love) went abroad. He said, since I wanted to marry him so much, he would fulfill my wish, but he would make me realize that the most regrettable thing in my life was marrying him. Indeed, I regretted it. But it was all too late. I gave him the other diagnosis report in my hand. "Let's divorce. You don't want to carry the title of a widower, do you?" He took the diagnosis report stating I had only one month left, and his hands instantly trembled. He stood up abruptly. "Samantha Jones, damn it, is this your way of fighting me?" He panicked. He forcibly dragged me downstairs and stuffed me into the car. "Cure her, I command you to cure her." Was he feeling heartache? But all this was too late, too late. 1 Evening. I ate dinner alone. Went into the bathroom. Dawdled in the bathroom for over an hour before coming out wrapped in a bathrobe. Just now in the bathtub. I actually passed out. In front of the mirror, I tied the bathrobe and touched my sharp chin. Any thinner, and I would be unsightly. I came out of the bathroom. The main door opened. Lucas Reed brought a girl back. Eyes met. The girl was scared. "Mr. Reed, she is..." Lucas wrapped his arm around the girl's waist expressionlessly, "Ignore her, go wait in my room..." The girl glanced at me and went obediently. Only Lucas and I were left in the living room. The air seemed to have settled. Inside the bathrobe, my hands clenched tightly. Lips trembling. "Couldn't you take her somewhere else?" He leaned against the wine cabinet, a smile on his lips, "Somewhere else? You wouldn't see it somewhere else, wouldn't the effect of disgusting you be greatly discounted?" At that moment. My heart ached so much I could hardly breathe. "Whatever." Finally, I just dropped this sentence, went back to my bedroom, and closed the door. Sounds came from the master bedroom. I covered my ears. But the noise still reached my ears. I dug out my headphones and put them on. Finally could block out those decadent sounds. But in this dark night. The pain seeping into my cells clamored. I curled up into a ball. When a rusty taste spread in my throat. I moved my lips away, a smear of bright red under the lamp. Covered in sweat, I crawled up and stumbled into the bathroom. That night, I didn't know how long I gritted my teeth in the bathroom, enduring the pain. And how many decadent sounds I heard. The pain on my body eased a little. I crawled up to clean the bloodstains in the bathroom. At this moment, the sounds from the master bedroom stopped, and the door opened. Movement in the living room. Followed by the sound of a beer can opening. "Mr. Reed... do you have any medicine?" The girl's voice was soft and mushy. After a while. I heard Lucas's voice, "I'll buy it for you." My heart twitched. Wiping the bloodstains on the floor. When the bathroom door was pushed. I happened to turn on the tap to wash my hands. "Is there... someone inside?" The girl's voice. I didn't make a sound, turned on the light. "There really is someone." The girl said resentfully. Lucas, "Medicine will be here soon, what's wrong?" "I want to wash up, my body feels too sticky." After a while. Someone leaned against the door. Then the door was knocked twice, bang bang. "Are you done yet? Jojo wants to shower." I lowered my head, speeding up washing the bloodstains off my hands. Pulled open the door and came out. Walked past him who was still leaning against the door. The girl went into the bathroom. Only then did I turn my head and glance at him. The sweat stains on his body hadn't dried yet. Holding a beer can in his hand. Why? Must he make me so embarrassed? The master bedroom clearly has a bathroom, but he insisted on bringing her out. He just looked at me like this. Was that gaze triumph, satisfaction, or mockery? I looked away. Got a glass of hot water and put it on the coffee table. Looked down and took out various medicine boxes from the drawer. Then poured out pills one by one. He leaned against the screen, looking at me with a sneer. I arranged the medicine and looked at him quietly. What kind of look was that? He thought I was moaning without illness again, pretending to have a serious illness to get his attention, right? His expression was, Samantha Jones, act all you want, I won't fall for it. I smiled. Picked up the pills one by one, lifted the water glass, and fed them into my mouth. Finally, tidied up the counter. Walked past him and returned to the room. When I was first diagnosed with leukemia. The doctor asked the family to come. I called him, but he hung up. I carried the medicine back. Indeed had thoughts, didn't put it in the bedroom. Instead, put it in the drawer in the living room. As long as he opened the drawer one day, he could discover that I had a terminal illness. But half a year passed. He actually didn't discover it once. Let alone half a year. Even today when I took medicine in front of him, he thought I was acting. Closed the door. I suddenly wanted to laugh. Wonder if the day I die. Will he regret a little bit? His wife once took anti-leukemia medicine in front of him. But he thought it was a wonderful play, at least a play he didn't fall for. 2 The next day. The girl left. He wasn't home either. The nanny cooked and left. I drank two mouthfuls of porridge groggily. Got up and walked to the French window. A large patch of warm sunlight spilled here. I raised my fingertips and touched the glass. Seemed to want to touch the light outside. But couldn't touch it. In college, my eyes were on Lucas Reed. And Lucas Reed's eyes were on Faye. Faye and I once participated in the same group of campus activities. Also at that time. I found that Faye and I were completely opposite personalities. She didn't like to express herself, but her self-esteem was particularly strong. Often because of a sentence. She would feel aggrieved and shed tears aside. Because I liked Lucas Reed, many people thought I deliberately bullied her. Starting from that year, my reputation became super bad. And the way Lucas looked at me became cold. The year of graduation. Faye chose to go abroad. Unfoundedly, many people rumored that I domineeringly drove Faye away. Before leaving, she just met me once and told me she was leaving. And, she took the initiative to find me. The day Faye went abroad. Lucas found me and said since I liked him so much, let's get a marriage certificate. I was bewildered. At that time, I was still too young. Although I felt getting a certificate like this was a bit risky, I still felt I loved him enough and had the ability to make him fall in love with me. I went with him to get the certificate. And from then on, opened the door to his humiliation and revenge on me. I was really stupid at the time. Thinking he asked me to get a certificate, at least he liked me a little bit, right? Unexpectedly, it was all revenge. But what did I do wrong? I didn't hurt Faye. I didn't drive her away. But no one believed me. 3 At the beginning of the marriage. I tried hard to change his view. Washing hands to make soup. The arrangement of the home was also all arranged according to his preferences. He got angry. I wouldn't quarrel with him either. Mrs. Reed was sick, and I also took care of her dutifully. No matter how late he came back from social engagements. I hadn't slept yet, would cook the hangover soup and bring it to him. And prepare bath water for him. Also learned a set of massage techniques, massaging him when he had a headache. ... But these never got a single good word from him. His face was always cold. He rarely touched me. Touching me was definitely rough, not gentle at all. To get his attention. Once when cutting fruit, I deliberately cut my finger. Showed it to him with red eyes. "Hubby, my hand is bleeding, it hurts so much." But he smiled and pushed my finger away. "Deliberately cutting a slit, you really have means?" I had a fever. I ran to nest in his arms. "Hubby, my head is so hot, feel it." He pushed me away and continued working. "If you're sick, find a doctor, why find me?" Even once. I was bitten by his friend's Tibetan Mastiff. He didn't even come to help me up. Watching coldly with his friend aside. I limped to the hospital alone to get a vaccine. That day, I walked down from the mountain for a long, long time. It also rained heavily. Soaked all over. Walking, walking, I didn't know if it was rain or tears flowing on my face. Finally, helplessly squatted down, covering my face. Also since then. I was no longer enthusiastic towards him. Most things at home, I no longer did myself, hired a cooking auntie. No matter how late his social engagements were, I didn't wait for him anymore. Actively moved out of the master bedroom. Sleeping in the same room, he was also very domineering, always occupying a large area of the bed. Sometimes I woke up. Actually sleeping on the floor. His heart couldn't be warmed. After the leg injury healed. I was silent for a while. Proposed divorce to him. I thought he would agree very readily. But unexpectedly, he tore up the agreement I handed over. He sneered, "Can't stand it already? This is just the beginning." A few days later. I heard from alumni that Faye seemed to have had an accident abroad. But what exactly happened wasn't clear. For several days in a row, Lucas didn't come back. And on this day, while pruning flowers and plants, I suddenly started having a nosebleed. Drop by drop, dripping on the flowers and plants. I looked up, but couldn't stop this surge. The pliers in my hand fell abruptly. I thought of my mother who died from bleeding when I was young. I rushed to the hospital. After a series of checkups. I sat blankly on the chair. In the doctor's office. The old doctor pushed his glasses frame, flipping through the sheets one by one, looking as solemn as earth. Finally just shook his head. On my diagnosis sheet, finally only five words were written, Acute Leukemia. "Leukemia, is there a difference between acute and chronic?" Facing my numb questioning, the old doctor sighed heavily, "Acute only has three months to a year, while chronic leukemia, some can live for about ten years." Is that so? I looked down at the word acute on the sheet, hands trembling slightly. The sheet was soaked with water stains. I still have many things to do? Forget it. Do it in the next life if there is one. 4 When I returned home pinching the sheet. Lucas, who had disappeared for five days, was back. He sat on the sofa. I lowered my head, changing shoes. Was stunned by a pair of red high heels at the door. Looked up again. A girl came out of his bedroom. "Mr. Reed, earring caught in hair." He put down his phone. "Come here." The girl went over and sat next to him. He helped her gently tease the tangled hair strands. The posture of the two was also full of ambiguity. He looked up, looked over, a trace of interest hanging on his lips. After untangling, he pulled the girl into his arms, leaning against the sofa together. Only I, frozen in place like petrified. Just now, the doctor asked me to notify the family. I knew the call wouldn't be answered. Still tried to dial. Sure enough, hung up by him after one ring. Turns out, he wasn't busy at all. Just busy coaxing beauties. And this beauty, I looked over, side profile looked quite like Faye. I came back to my senses. Lowered my head and continued changing shoes. Went to the bedroom, closed the door. 5 That day. After Lucas left with the girl. I put the medicine in the drawer in the living room. Just wondering, what would be his reaction if he saw it one day. However, he never opened that drawer. On the contrary. Since that day. He often brought girls back. From bringing them back at first, to staying overnight at home later. Sometimes, didn't even close the door. Their laughter and teasing sounds clearly reached my ears. I also knew what happened to Faye. She was cheated into marriage abroad, lost her body and heart, was beaten, and had a mental breakdown. The girls Lucas brought back all had similarities to Faye. He was taking revenge on me for Faye. But after once or twice. I became numb too. Mainly, I was counting days to live myself. Where could I still care about outside matters. Even this man I once loved to the bone, now, I seemed to be numb. However, I didn't want the title of Mrs. Reed at all. I had to find a way to remove this title. 6 Within half an year. After bringing back twenty girls. Lucas stopped. He seemed tired of playing. And the days at home also increased. However, when I say increased, I just mean he might be home on a certain afternoon of the weekend. My body actually endured for six months. But, it should be about time. Now, even if I don't move at home and do nothing, I look sickly. This day. There was sunlight outside. I wrapped myself in a thick sweater, wrapped myself like a zongzi (rice dumpling), shrinking at the foot of the sofa, closer to natural light. Since getting sick, I often broke out in cold sweats and felt cold. His bedroom door opened abruptly, and he came out. He walked two steps, stopped abruptly in the living room, and looked at me. I felt the gaze and glanced at him. He stood there tall and long, with suspicion in his eyes. He opened his lips, "It's so hot, why are you wrapped up so much?" He seemed not to have spoken to me for a long time. I was in a trance for a moment. I replied, "Because it's cold, why else?" His brow furrowed. "Cold?" I nodded. His face, impeccable from three hundred and sixty degrees, was now clouded over. He turned back and sat down on another sofa, seeming to look at me seriously. Rare, he should haven't looked at me seriously for a very, very long time. "I heard from the auntie that your appetite is very small now, can't even eat half a small bowl?" I wrapped the shawl tighter and looked at him. "You care about me?" Eyes met. His expression was still dignified. Maybe my thin and pale face was really worrying to look at. However, my body got worse and worse under his nose. He never suspected if I was seriously ill. Just when I had a little expectation. He got up, slender fingers taking the car key. "Go to the hospital if you are sick. Don't think not eating and making yourself look like this will provoke heartache. Some people are not worth heartache in a lifetime." Expectation dashed again. I sneered. He, walking to the hallway, turned his head. Seemed uncomfortable with my sneer. But I no longer looked at him. Turned my head to look at the sunlight outside. He seemed to pause for a while. But in the end, the door slammed shut with a bang.
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