I took a photo of Rose’s sickly form and, armed with her diagnosis, went to Allendale Corp. I waited for hours before finally seeing Hunter.
I slammed the cancer report on his desk. “How can you cozy up to other women when your beloved Rose is dying of cancer? The incurable kind! Can’t you just care for her, cherish her, spoil her?”
Hunter was stunned. It took him a moment to process. “Rose really has cancer? Is this her new trick?”
It seemed Rose’s past antics had destroyed her credibility. I struggled not to laugh. This was not the time to break character.
“Of course it’s real! She coughed up blood today! And she’s carrying your child! Are you even human?”
Hunter’s expression shifted immediately. He demanded my home address and called Rose to confirm the diagnosis.
When I returned home, Rose’s face was ghostly pale, yet she wore a smile. “He called me… He asked about me… He still loves me.” She hugged her cracked-screen phone, staring at their photo. “Hunter will finally realize who his true love is, right, sis?”
Seeing her pale, jubilant face, I nodded vigorously. “Of course it’s you. You’re the female lead. He must love you the most.”
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