My childhood sweetheart had his heart broken by me. Seven years after he left to study abroad, he finally came back with his new girlfriend to meet the parents. And I had finally been told by the hospital that after seven years of fighting cancer, I had failed. I could go home and wait for death. Seeing me being helped by my mom as I sat in a wheelchair, my childhood sweetheart's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Seven years, and look how pathetic you've become. You can't even walk anymore." Hearing his voice filled with disgust, I simply pulled down my sleeve calmly, covering the countless needle marks that dotted the back of my hand. "It's nothing. I just fell while walking. Just a broken bone." My childhood sweetheart sneered again. "Well then, since that's the case — I'm getting married soon. How about you be my fiancée's bridesmaid?" I remained calm, only smiling faintly. "I can't. I'm about to go somewhere very far away." After saying that, I patted the back of my mom's hand, signaling her to quickly wheel me back home.
As soon as we got home and Mom had helped me lie down in bed, Ethan's mother came looking for me. The moment she entered, she looked at me hesitantly, as if wanting to say something but stopping herself. "Jenny, I... I have a request." Looking at her flushed face, even though she hadn't said the rest, I already knew her purpose was probably the same as seven years ago. After all, seven years ago, the moment she learned I had cancer, she had done exactly this — bursting into my hospital room urgently, with a hint of guilt. Before I could even accept that I had cancer, while I was still crying hysterically from fear, she had knelt before me. "Jenny, I'm begging you, don't drag Ethan down. He just got accepted to a school abroad. If he finds out you have cancer, he definitely won't want to go study overseas." "You and Ethan grew up together and have been dating for so many years. I'm begging you — please don't hold Ethan back. Break up with him, okay?" "I've already thought of a solution for you. I've arranged for you to meet a guy. You just need to pretend to kiss that guy downstairs, pretend Ethan catches you, then pretend to break up with him." Because of her words, when I was first diagnosed with cancer, my first priority wasn't going to the hospital for examination and treatment. Instead, I coldly pretended to cheat, coldly forced Ethan to break up with me, and ruthlessly drove Ethan out of the country. Sure enough, in just a moment, Ethan's mother said to me guiltily: "Jenny, don't blame me. I have no choice. Ethan's current girlfriend was his classmate during his graduate and doctoral studies abroad. They match in every way. I really... really don't want to ruin such a good marriage." "You know Ethan has cared about you since childhood. If... if he finds out the truth from back then, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." "So can you please not meet with Ethan for a while? You... you're about to die anyway, right? It's not suitable for you to go out. Don't you think?" Hearing Ethan's mother mention "die," my mom angrily threw my adult diaper onto the bed. Seeing that she was about to explode, I quickly acted cute and shook my mom's arm, then looked calmly at Ethan's mother. "I can agree not to tell Ethan about what happened seven years ago, but I can't promise not to see him." Yes, I couldn't promise not to see Ethan. After all, during these seven years of fighting cancer, there wasn't a moment when I didn't think about Ethan. When I couldn't endure chemotherapy anymore, it was because I clutched the photos Ethan and I had taken together that I could continue holding on. I went through dozens of surgeries, large and small. Several times I was sent to the emergency room and couldn't wake up. It was my mom standing by my bed, shouting at me hoarsely: "Jenny, have you forgotten? You said you wanted to live, to go abroad and personally clear up the misunderstanding with Ethan." "You said that once you recovered, you'd have me take you abroad to bring Ethan back. If you die, you'll never see Ethan again." It was because of my mom's shouts, one after another mentioning Ethan, that pulled me back from death's door time and time again. But in the end, I still failed to beat cancer. And Ethan had his new life, his new girlfriend, and was about to get married. But in my final days, being able to spend a simple bit of time with Ethan would be good too. That's why, after learning Ethan had returned to the country, even when the doctor said that leaving the hospital meant death, I still chose to force myself to check out.
But I didn't expect that right after sending Ethan's mother away, when I woke up from an exhausted sleep, I would hear Ethan's voice outside. Hearing his voice, I was somewhat surprised. You have to understand, seven years ago, Ethan hated me to the core. He had once stood outside my house for three days and three nights, just to grab my neck and demand to know why I betrayed him. After I cried and said I didn't love him, he punched through the glass in the hallway. That day, although he didn't lay a hand on me, he was thoroughly disgusted by me. When we ran into each other in the hallway, he would turn around and go back the way he came. Even passing by my front door, he would furrow his brows in disgust. He even stopped going to the convenience store we used to frequent together. He was so disgusted that whenever he heard my name, he would scold whoever mentioned it with a cold face. "Why bring up Jenny? If you don't find it disgusting, I do." Even the day he left for the airport to go abroad, I braved heavy rain wanting to see him one last time. When he saw me appear, he only disgustedly smashed the couple's ring we had bought together and the phone filled with all our photos together at my feet with a mocking laugh, then left without looking at me once. But I didn't expect that seven years later, he would voluntarily come to my home. However, in just a moment, through the open door crack, I understood the whole situation. Ethan was tightly holding his fiancée's hand. "Are you bothered by what happened seven years ago? Is that why you won't let Jenny take us to choose a wedding planning company and pick out rings?" "I stopped liking Jenny a long time ago, and I've already let it go. We grew up together after all — if we can't be lovers, we can still be friends." As soon as Ethan finished speaking, the girl standing beside him also chimed in: "Mrs. Hayes, Ethan already told me about him and Jenny. Seven years ago, Jenny was the one who cheated, but they were young back then. It takes two to tango — our Ethan must have had problems too." "Besides, I should be thanking Jenny. If she hadn't given up on Ethan, I wouldn't have met such a good man." "So Mrs. Hayes, there's really no need to still hold onto what happened seven years ago. And it was my idea to have Jenny help us choose the wedding planning company. After all, Ethan and I haven't been back to the country for seven years and really aren't familiar with things here. Having older people make decisions — their aesthetic is honestly a bit hard for me to handle." Seven years ago, when I was first diagnosed with cancer, my greatest wish was for Ethan to be able to forget me, to let me go. But now, hearing Ethan mention seven years ago so calmly, mention me so calmly, and even tell his current girlfriend about me without any concealment — my heart still ached densely. And my mom, hearing Sophia's repeated mentions of cheating and her passive-aggressive words, instantly turned red with anger. Her lips trembled several times before she finally shouted at Ethan: "You and your mother are both the same — shameless." Hearing my mom's words, my heart tightened sharply. I propped myself up to sit up and called toward the door: "Mom, come into the room and help me into the wheelchair. I'll talk to Ethan myself."
My mom came into the room. Seeing me sit up, her expression was still very unpleasant. But I directly hugged her. "Mom, please help me fulfill this regret before I die, okay?" Mom's eyes immediately reddened, but as someone who always doted on me, she still went to the vanity to get lipstick and a wig for me, and helped me put on a down jacket. As soon as she wheeled me out the door, Ethan furrowed his brows. "What's wrong with you? You were delicate as a child, and now as an adult, you're still so delicate. You just have a lame leg, and your mom is so old, yet you still need her to take care of you personally." Looking at his disgusted expression, I only smiled calmly. "The doctor said my fracture is quite serious and told me not to get out of bed for a while." As soon as I finished speaking, Sophia, standing beside Ethan, said to me: "Jenny, don't take it personally with Ethan. He's just gotten used to being abroad." "Except for me, he has this sour face with everyone." My heart felt sour again. Ethan indeed had a sour face with everyone, but before, with me... I quickly suppressed the strange feeling in my heart, then looked calmly at Sophia. "Do you really want me to go with you to choose a wedding planning company?" "If you really need me, I'll go with you." Sophia immediately nodded. "Of course, of course." After that, I exchanged a few more pleasantries with them before sending them out. That evening, Ethan called me. He said to have me accompany him to the wedding planning company tomorrow. My fingers holding the phone were clenched tight. First, because I was greedy for his voice. Second, because I was nervous. After all, it had been seven years since I had heard his voice alone on the phone like this. You know, seven years ago, I would hide under my blanket every night and fall asleep listening to his deep, mellow voice. But just as I was immersed in memories, a female voice rang out: "Ethan, come help me dry my hair..." I suddenly snapped back to reality and quickly hummed in acknowledgment. And the moment Ethan heard my response, he hung up the phone. Listening to the dial tone, tears suddenly spilled out. Although I had prepared myself, seeing and hearing firsthand that Ethan now belonged to another girl still made my heart ache sourly.
Because Ethan had scheduled our meeting for 10 a.m. last night, I was so nervous that I had my mom wheel me downstairs to wait at 9:30. But I waited until noon at 12 o'clock, and Ethan still hadn't come. Even the calls I made to him, he hung up. Mom called me several times to go back home, but I refused. After all, this outing had cost me too much energy. After this time, I might never be able to go out again. Fortunately, at 1 p.m., I received a call from Ethan saying they were coming downstairs. My mom was very unhappy. I did a lot of emotional work on her before she didn't show any reaction. As soon as I got in the car, Sophia smiled sweetly at me. "Sorry, Jenny. Last night, Ethan kept me up too late, so I couldn't get up this morning." My palms tightened slightly. And Ethan, who had put away my wheelchair and gotten into the driver's seat, glanced at me through the rearview mirror, then said coldly to Sophia: "Why are you explaining so much to her?" My heart felt a bit sour, but I still calmly waved at my mom outside the car window. Ethan drove very fast, even shaking me so much that I wanted to vomit. But I still silently endured it. This also reminded me of seven years ago. Back then, after Ethan got his driver's license, he would always drive his dad's car to take me out. Because he knew I got carsick, he always drove smoothly and steadily. Before, I would always get carsick on taxis and buses, but I never once got carsick in Ethan's car. So when Ethan hit the brakes hard again and I couldn't support my body, slamming heavily into the back seat, with my stomach churning and about to vomit, I finally couldn't help whimpering. Hearing my sound, Ethan sneered again. "Jenny, you don't think I'll still accommodate you like seven years ago, do you? Trying not to change speed or brake?" I silently wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes, then said calmly: "No. You should accommodate Sophia now. She's your girlfriend." Ethan sneered and laughed again. "You're right." After that, he pressed the accelerator hard again. And my body slammed heavily into the back seat again. My back hurt terribly. But a smile appeared at the corners of my mouth. It's good that he hates me. At least while I'm alive, in Ethan's heart, I still have at least a tiny bit of space.
After that, I didn't feel uncomfortable for long before we arrived at our destination. When getting out of the car, it was Ethan who carried me. Being in his arms again, for a moment, I almost couldn't hold back my tears. But fortunately, after Ethan quickly carried me out of the car, he quickly put me back in the wheelchair. He was even so disgusted by me that after putting me in the wheelchair, he urgently had Sophia hand him two wet wipes and desperately wiped his hands. And Sophia awkwardly explained to me on the side: "Sorry, Jenny. Ethan has a cleanliness obsession. Except for me, if any other woman touches him, he feels disgusted." Watching Ethan's movements, I lowered my head and pressed my lips together, pretending not to see his actions or hear Sophia's words. After that, I let Ethan and Sophia hold hands and push me into a Spanish restaurant. As soon as we sat down at the table, Ethan proactively picked up the menu and ordered several spicy dishes. Hearing the dish names he called out, my heart felt sour. In the past, I never ate spicy food, and Ethan didn't eat spicy food either. Who he was ordering for was self-evident. And I didn't make things difficult for myself. Right now, even eating was difficult for me, let alone eating such strongly flavored food. So I had the waiter add a light vegetable soup for me. But for some reason, Ethan suddenly lost his temper. "Skinny as a ghost, and you're still trying to diet." My heart felt densely sour from Ethan's sudden concern, but in just a moment, I smiled and said: "Blake likes me thinner." Blake was the guy Ethan's mother had made up as my affair partner back then. Since Ethan had been angered into going abroad by me, I had never seen him again. And after hearing my words, Ethan's face instantly turned ashen. And Sophia, sitting beside Ethan, immediately smiled at me: "Jenny, don't misunderstand. Ethan is a doctor now, so whenever he sees someone dieting, he gets angry. When I was abroad before and insisted on dieting, Ethan scolded me many times too." Speaking, Sophia smiled and looked at Ethan. "Ethan, am I right?" But Ethan didn't look at Sophia. He only angrily stood up and pushed back his chair. "I'm going to the restroom." After that, without another glance at me or Sophia, Ethan turned and walked toward the restroom. And watching his retreating figure, my heart felt sourly painful again. So had I messed up again? Messed up Ethan's new life, messed up Ethan's new love. Guilt rose in my heart. And Sophia, sitting across the table from me, directly picked up a cup of hot water and suddenly "splashed" it onto my face. "You fake bitch, do you think I'm stupid? You keep playing pitiful to seduce my fiancé." The hot water Sophia splashed burned my face painfully. But I only clenched my palms tightly, then said guiltily: "Sorry, if I made you misunderstand, I apologize." Sophia only sneered and stood up. Then she walked over and slapped me across the face. "You think that by pretending to be crippled, you'll make Ethan change his mind?" "Let me tell you, Ethan is mine for life. Don't think that just because you're Ethan's first love, you can steal him away." The cheek Sophia slapped was painful and numb. I could endure her splashing water on me — after all, I was shamelessly coveting Ethan's tenderness. But she couldn't slap me. So without thinking, I pushed her away. "Sophia, if you dare lay a hand on me again, I'll call the police." But as soon as I finished speaking, Sophia somehow suddenly fell to the ground. She suddenly started wailing. "Oh my belly! Help! Someone is assaulting a pregnant woman!" I looked at her figure lying on the ground, looking at my own hands in disbelief. You have to know I'd been sick for seven years. Even putting on clothes made me tired. Sometimes I couldn't even hold a water glass steady. I didn't have the strength to push Sophia down. When I pushed her, it was only to make her stop hitting me. But who knew Sophia would suddenly lie on the ground. And just as I didn't know what to do, Ethan suddenly appeared in the lobby. Seeing Sophia lying on the ground, he urgently ran toward her. "Sophia, Sophia, are you okay?" Sophia immediately started crying, crying and desperately clutching Ethan's collar. "Ethan, save me! Save the baby in my belly! Jenny — Jenny tried to kill me!" "Just now, as soon as you left, she started cursing at me, saying you were trash she didn't want, and that whenever she wanted you, you'd come crawling back to beg her. I couldn't help it — I couldn't help splashing her with water." "But who knew she'd get even angrier and start cursing me, calling me a vicious fake bitch, saying I was a slut who picked up men she didn't want." "I couldn't help it, so I slapped her. After that, she angrily pushed me away." "You know I'm pregnant and my health isn't good. I can't handle even the slightest collision." Hearing Sophia's words, I was completely shocked in place. My lips trembled several times before I could speak. "Ethan, listen to me. It's not like that." "I... I really didn't." But who knew Ethan would erupt in a huge roar. "Jenny, how can you be so vicious? Seven years ago, you shamelessly had an affair with another man." "Seven years later, I'm about to get married, and you think I'm good again. You even assaulted my fiancée!" "You dare to hit my woman? Today I'll let you taste what it's like to hit my woman." Speaking, he walked over and angrily kicked my wheelchair several times. He even violently pushed my wheelchair backward hard, pushing it toward the dining table. The wheelchair crashed into the table. The bowls on the table fell to the floor, and the table flipped over. And my wheelchair flipped too. My head slammed heavily into the corner of the table, instantly bulging and bleeding. My head was buzzing, and even my body was trembling and shaking. But Ethan didn't look at me once. He only urgently picked up Sophia, urgently kissing Sophia's lips as she cried in pain. "Be good, be good, don't cry. I'll take you to the hospital right away." After that, without another glance at me, he turned and carried Sophia toward the door. And watching Sophia's provocative smile and Ethan's retreating figure, I suddenly smiled. Smiled until tears flowed. This reminded me of when I was eighteen, when I was groped on a bus by a man who touched my butt. Back then, Ethan was still a hot-headed youth. Furious, he grabbed that man who was a head taller and much stronger than him, and like an enraged beast, punched the man in the face again and again. "You garbage scum, how dare you touch my woman! I'll beat you to death!" At that time, all the passengers on the bus were frightened. Only I cried and desperately grabbed Ethan's arm, begging him, crying and telling him to stop, and only then did Ethan stop. In the past, I was Ethan's woman, so he would desperately protect me. Now the person in Ethan's heart had become another girl, so he would desperately protect her, even if the person he was hitting was me. My heart trembled with pain. The surrounding waiters gradually gathered around. After that, the police came. The moment I saw the police appear, my strength suddenly drained. I desperately grabbed the police officer's hand and said: "Tell my mom not to pursue this. Tell my mom this was all my own choice." "Tell my mom I'm sorry. I... I can't accompany her anymore." My heart felt sour, but somehow I had no regrets. After all, I had fought cancer for seven years, waited for seven years. My greatest dream was just to see Ethan once. I saw him. My dream came true. It was enough.
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