My husband, Ronan Samford, was leaving on a "farewell trip" with his personal assistant, Abigail Michell. Ignoring my colorless face, he said, "Honey, Abby has done so much for me. I can't marry her, and this is her only wish before she quits. Can't you just let me do this for her?" "Ronan," I whispered, "would you still go if I told you that leaving now means never seeing me again?" Then he grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. A cold laugh escaped him. "So what if I'll never see you again? I couldn't care less. Stop being dramatic." I watched him walk away, my heart shattering. He had no idea that I only had three months left to live.

Chapter 1

My husband, Ronan Samford, was leaving on a "farewell trip" with his personal assistant, Abigail Michell.

Ignoring my colorless face, he said, "Honey, Abby has done so much for me. I can't marry her, and this is her only wish before she quits. Can't you just let me do this for her?"

"Ronan," I whispered, "would you still go if I told you that leaving now means never seeing me again?"

Then he grabbed me and slammed me to the ground.

A cold laugh escaped him.

"So what if I'll never see you again? I couldn't care less. Stop being dramatic."

I watched him walk away, my heart shattering.

He had no idea that I only had three months left to live.

***

Ronan's resolute figure faded into the distance.

I still sat on the floor, staring into space.

When sticky blood started seeping from my knees, I finally felt the pain.

"Ouch..." I cried out.

My knees were a mess of torn skin and blood.

A dull, throbbing ache spread through my whole body.

The doctor said that in these fi