His Death Day, Her Wedding Day

er voice tight with something I

he near-accident, the fall, it all faded away. All I could se

haking with a rage I didn't know I

om view. A flicker of panic crossed her face before sh

. "I saw the receipt. A week before you left me. You were

outh. The betrayal was so much deeper,

defiant. "Yes," she said, her voice barely a whispe

no denial, just a flat admission of the truth. All the pain, all the confusion, all the nights I sp

tilted violently, the sounds of the street fading into a muffled roar. I saw Olivia' s eyes widen in alarm as I cr

e. My head throbbed, a dull, persistent ache. I was in a hospital bed

s said you're severely dehydrated and malnourished. You need

treating me like just another patient, another problem to be solved. She thought I

my voice hoarse. I pushed myself up, the

e a mixture of disbelief and ir

t and empty. "Glioblastoma. I have a few hours left. May

lly cracked, revealing a raw, genuine shock. Her mouth opened slightly, but no words c

g of the heart monitor. She took a step towards the

me?" she whispered,

etty clear you wanted nothing to do with me. You were busy with

he old Olivia, the compassionate, caring woman I had fallen in love with. But

for me," she said, her voice reg

d her I was dying, and she was already askin

g the words out before she lost her nerve. "His flight was grounded. We have

filled the sterile room. "You want me to photograph your wedding? The wedding that's happening on the day I'm s

id, her voice desperat

, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous g

me, her eyes

said. "Just one. Of

d and said, "If I ever truly betray you, you can punish me however you want." She had smiled and replied, "I'll make you do the

had become a

kering towards the door. "Fi

ouquet of roses in his hand. H

here?" he demanded

aid quickly. "The doct

photographer," she continued, her voice sm

and dislike. But then he smiled, a thin, unpleas

, but Liam suddenly winced, grabbing his own sid

shed to his side, her face filled with c

was left standing there alone, forgotten. The photo, the on