The Witchs Countdown

On our wedding anniversary, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I only had three months to live.

I planned to tell my husband, Tobias Wright, but I accidentally heard a conversation between him and his mother, Joanna Wright, when I was outside the study.

"Mom, she's finally going to die. I've been waiting for that day for five years."

"Don't rush, Tobias. Once she's gone, her heart can be given to Jolie."

So I realized that they had an evil plan when Tobias decided to marry me. They had just wanted my healthy heart.

I laughed. Then I decided that I would give them a taste of their own medicine for their five years of 'anticipation.'

...

"Ms. Jenessa Wright, here are the test results. You have advanced pancreatic cancer, and you have about... three months."

The doctor's words were like a dull blade, cutting through my heart relentlessly.

It was our fifth wedding anniversary that day.

I called Tobias and wanted to tell him the news, but he told me that he had dinner with some clients and let me have something simple on my own.

It was quiet on the other end of the line, without any background noise. It didn't sound like he was at a business dinner.

Clutching my phone, I wandered home dejectedly.

The house was unsettlingly silent. I didn't see Joanna or Tobias's sister, Jolie Wright.

I changed my shoes and was about to go to my room and have a rest when I heard hushed voices from the study.

I thought Tobias had come home earlier than expected and was about to open the door when I heard Joanna's voice. "Tobias, how are things going?"

I paused.

Tobias's voice on the phone sounded excited. "Mom, it's done. The doctor has agreed to do as we said, and she will receive the report today. She won't survive over three months."

My blood froze instantly.

What report? What were they talking about?

I held my breath and pressed my ear against the cold door.