Your Regret, My Revenge

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ncent Jenkins's voice drifted in from the hallway.

my head, drowning o

tly froze, every ounce of st

until I was dry-heaving bile, but I never once thought o

there, Brenna. We still h

ieved

shot at survival to another wom

ent's cousin. I heard his

... she can wait. But your wife... She can't wait any longer. Acute leukemia, dragged out for three year

few more months, right? Didn't the doctor say optimistically she has half a year? That's enough time

nario. She could take a turn for the worse any time. Vincent, what you're do

I've been by her side for three years. I've done my duty. A woman who can't have c

bear ch

d into my heart l

, I lost the ability to be

gently comforting me, saying, "It doesn't matter, Bre

sn't matter," but in his heart, he

, our future. As for Brenna, let her wait a litt

d be no ot

se was special. Finding a perfect match l

meant a dea

that better

under me, my nails di

s, my life was expendab

t unborn child I'd never met... the

pression as he said it-prob

ace he used to take care of me,

so he cooked three meals a day himse

guts out, he'd stay up all night, holding a c

iss my forehead every day, saying I'd alway

love, that even with this deadly disease, I

st woman in the world. Even in h

was all

n were just to comfort me

out it. My stomach churned,

ion in the ha

ncent, I can't do this. I'm a doctor. I can't just

icy. "Brice, don't make this difficult. Cathryn's due date is almost here. I can't let anything happen to her or m

ove with you. Of course

naive, so in

o be your pawn,

shut my eyes, using every bit of s

im know I had he

ye

d softly. Vinc

side, a slight chill from

s gaze on my fa

tly tucked the blanket around me, his movemen

, the donor's paperwork is proceeding sm

still that gentle tone

ow-capped mountains. You've always wanted to go. I've

cture of our beautiful fut

off the blanket and confron

t scent of perfume on him,

liar scent, belo

re? Maybe I'd been sick for

someone els

l drowning in his fairyta

ou tomorrow. There's a meeting

a kiss on m

until I heard him leave. Onl

y face, but I felt no sadn

die? Fine. But I would make