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Two days later, Rose’s attempt to stop the wedding was headline news. The Allendale-Chow union was a business merger. Everyone knew about Hunter’s exploits, but they were tolerated as long as they stayed private. Rose’s public spectacle brought everything into the light. In the viral video, Rose, disguised in a stolen staff uniform, slipped into…

Rose’s belly grew, but she grew thinner. Ravaged by cancer, her temper worsened. She verbally and sometimes physically abused Mom during her visits. Finally, Mom called me, sobbing. “I’ve had enough. I can’t do this anymore with your sister. Yan Yan, I’m leaving. I’m coming with you. Your father and sister are too far gone.…

I checked into a hotel and had the best sleep of my life. The next morning, my phone showed hundreds of missed calls and texts from Rose and Dad, all filled with venom. I guessed they’d checked the card. My savings were long gone, used for a down payment on an apartment. I had thoughtfully…

The doctor was blunt: she needed to terminate the pregnancy and start chemotherapy immediately for any chance of survival. Having missed the optimal treatment window and drained by the pregnancy, the vibrant college girl was gone. The doctor administered painkillers, but real treatment required chemo. Rose’s first question upon waking was, “Is the baby okay?”…

Two weeks later, Rose couldn’t wait any longer. She prepared a fancy bento box, applied a “no-makeup” makeup look, put on the little white dress she wore on their first date, and, suppressing her coughs, went to Allendale Corp. She was stopped by security. Her face was already on the corporate blacklist. I had to…

While I was busy running projects, Rose’s condition worsened. She needed painkillers to sleep, yet she still refused proper treatment, no matter how much Mom begged. She declared she would see Hunter again when she was at her most haggard, to show him her suffering and force his epiphany. “If he sees me on the…

Our parents came home from their shift work to find their daughter had been brutally dumped. They were furious. We lived in an old neighborhood where gossip spread like wildfire. Within a day, the story of Rose being forced into an abortion was on everyone’s lips. Rose locked herself in her room for days, refusing…

Hunter acted fast. He showed up at our house that very night. Rose had applied a “sickly but beautiful” makeup look to greet her male lead, but cosmetics couldn’t hide her profound weakness and exhaustion. She thought Hunter had come to apologize and whisk her back to the Hamptons. I sat back with a bowl…

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…

Just a few days later, Rose came crying back home. She coughed incessantly the moment she walked in, eventually coughing up blood. Mom handed her a bottle of cough syrup, which Rose slapped away. “Sweetheart, you can’t just ignore this sickness,” Mom pleaded, her voice thick with worry. “You have to value your life.” But…