Knowing I had three months to live, I decided to divorce him.

Synopsis

“You have blood cancer, leukemia. This is your diagnosis. ” The glaring, stark words on the paper were numbingly surreal. I calmly took the diagnosis. I heard my own voice ask, “How much time do I have? ” The doctor sighed. “Six months at most. ” “Okay. ” Without another word, I immediately stood up to leave. That’s how it is when your heart dies. You lose all will to fight. The doctor quickly called out to me. “Ms. Hamilton, don’t give up. There’s still a chance if you find a matching bone marrow donor. ” It wasn’t that I didn’t know a bone marrow transplant could save my life. But my family might not even want to get tested for me. Thinking this, I chuckled self-deprecatingly. “No need, thank you. ” “Oh, you’re so young, only 29. ” The doctor couldn’t bear it and tried to persuade me a few more times. But seeing my silence, he said no more. I put the diagnosis away and called a cab. Outside the window, snow fell heavily, blurring my vision little by little. Back home, it was still cold and empty. Liam was probably “working overtime” again. He used to send a message, just to let me know. But ever since his first love, Aria Vance, returned to the country. He couldn't even bother to send a single message. I didn’t turn on the lights, sitting quietly on the sofa, gazing at the myriad of lights outside the window. For two thousand days, I had waited for Liam to come home. Today was my wedding anniversary with Liam. And today, I received the notice of