THE BROKEN HEIRESS LAST REVENGE

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ver thought I would ask this question. I have always been healthy and have always

. The average survival time is around 2–5 years, but this can vary significantly. In your spec

ave a year left? What did I do wrong ? Who have I offended? I don't deserve this. I have had so m

I yelled, my voice louder t

but there are treatments available to help manage symptoms and improve quality of life. We can discuss options like med

ne further than that. I could be healed. What about

efer you to specialists and clinical trials th

his is my life ending, and he still managed to speak calmly and eloquently. Perhaps this was not his first time delivering news like this one. H

y fingers trembled as i steadied mysel

process this. W

also connect you with resources like support groups and social workers who can offer emotional and p

e continued to say. The words swirled around my head without me bothering to process the remnant of what he had to say. I only know one

y." I wouldn't be needing any

ink about this. I know it is overwhelming, but considering thos

pered, storming out of the offi

d the steering wheel tightly. I shouldn't be driving like this, not when my mind was this tangled. But the though

ract me and overshadow my loud sobs that people could hear from outside. I heaved. I had no idea what to do with the rest of my life. I might as well just enjoy the peace that comes with it. My p

open, breathing in the cold air. Soft jazz music filled the air

h to not recognize the people there the following day. Just the way I like it, I am

own my throat; rather, I welcomed it like an unknowing pleasure. My diagnosis swirled around my he

voice a few seats away f

enly, and his voice felt like a balm to my wounded soul. I was getting drunk, but not drunk

married soon," he replied curtly, like th

posed to be a ba

oose the woman I want

d with him and wanted to share his burden, a life where

ave a future,"

ing even though he didn't co

an a year," I

n mean? Are you tal

yours. Marriage doesn't always have to be about love at first

innocently

ers as we talked. Just like that, I met a stranger who I almost shared half of my life with. I

go anywhere?" I

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ht a glimpse of his face in the dark. His hazel orbs stared at me as I drew him closer, placing my lips on his. His mouth captured mine nibblin

y lower lip, continuously nibbling it. He proceeded to move towards my neck

y cleavage with kisses and I heave

ing, "Do you want to co