Pain spread from head to toe, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

Harvey yanked me upright, then waved me off impatiently.

"Get out, Jenna. You're pretentious."

With a hand over my aching stomach, I fled in humiliation.

Harvey, I didn't care if you were really sick or just pretending. I didn't want to be with you anymore!

Back at home, I quickly packed my things. Over the past four years, I had gathered more than a few possessions.

I accidentally knocked over a book. A piece of paper fluttered to the floor.

It was a love letter Harvey had written to me when he was courting me. He had neat and vibrant handwriting.

Then, he had only been eighteen.

We were like a cliché TV drama. He was eighteen and reckless with his affection, while I fell for him helplessly. At twenty-three, he developed kidney failure.

I secretly donated one of my kidneys to him.

As a result, I became gravely ill. We were only a few wards apart in the hospital. The doctor asked if I wanted to see him one last time in case I didn't make it, but I refused.

I loved him too much to let him see me in such a pitiful state.

Later, I recovered. He found out the truth, and we patched things up. He practically glued himself to my side, guarding me and keeping me company.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

I laughed bitterly and burned every love letter along with our wedding photos. I let them all go up in flames.

I felt cramps in my stomach. Curling up on the bed, I told myself, 'Just sleep. If you sleep, it won't hurt.'

I was finally drifting off.

Suddenly, a woman's giggle echoed from the master bedroom. I felt an ache in my chest. I got up to check and found what should have been locked in the safe scattered everywhere.

Our family portrait was torn to pieces.

Katie was now wearing the jewelry my parents left me, and Harvey was looking at her affectionately.

When she saw me, she smirked and showed off.

"Jenna, Harvey opened the safe so I could pick whatever I wanted. You don't mind, do you?"

I held in the pain and took slow steps toward her. I reached for the necklace at her throat. My voice came out rough and hoarse.

"Give me back my things."

Before I could touch Katie, Harvey grabbed my wrist hard.

"You're losing it over a dead woman's junk?"

"Harvey," I said his name softly.

A tear slid down my cheek. For a moment, his expression flickered, and he almost reached to wipe it away. I avoided his touch.

"Let's get a divorce."

His expression darkened instantly. He seized me by the neck.

"Jenna, no matter how much time has passed, you're still as pretentious as ever."

I smiled bitterly.

I reached again for what Katie was holding, but Harvey hurled me to the ground.

He toyed with a bracelet in his hand before lifting it to the window.

"You want it? Go get it yourself."

I stumbled outside and searched in the bushes until exhaustion left me trembling, but I couldn't find it.

From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the ring still on my finger. My eyes welled with tears. In the next second, I slid it off.

Numbly, I dug into the dirt and buried the ring. It was the thing I had once treasured most.

I stayed crouched there until my legs went numb before staggering back inside.

I crashed into Harvey's chest. He caught my wrist.

His expression was solemn yet strange.

"Jenna, what kind of person are you really?"

I shook my head and avoided his touch.

He recoiled as if I were something filthy before letting out a bitter, disdainful chuckle.

The car accident had turned Harvey into someone else. Most of the time, he hated me enough to wish I would die right in front of him. But sometimes, glimpses of the old tenderness still broke through.

After all these years, I couldn't even tell if he was acting or being genuine.

It didn't matter anymore. Soon, I'd be leaving with my brother anyway.

I didn't sleep well that night. Tossing and turning, I woke up over and over, with sweat all over my forehead.

My mind was in chaos. I even called the hospital, and only after they assured me everything was fine did I try to sleep again. My heart kept pounding like something bad was about to happen.

I stayed awake the entire night.

The first thing I did after sunrise was to find a lawyer to draft the divorce papers. Just as all the paperwork was nearly ready, the hospital called.

The voice on the other end sounded solemn.

"Ms. Salsbury, your brother just passed away. We're so sorry for your loss."

I froze on the spot, then ran as fast as I could to the hospital.

It was too late. Jordan lay there with a thin white sheet over him. There was no sign of life.

I threw myself over him, shaking his body and sobbing hysterically.

"Jordan, wake up! Look at me! Please, look at me…!"

"Ms. Salsbury, my condolences," a doctor said while patting my shoulder.

"How did this happen? He's been fine all these years. How could this happen so suddenly?" I grabbed the doctor's arm like a madwoman, desperate for an answer.

The doctor sighed. "His time had come. There was nothing more we could do."

Jordan's body was cold. I held his hands and tried to breathe against them, praying some of my heat would seep in.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice outside.

"Harvey, when will the bone marrow transplant be done? Jenna seems to be in a really bad mood lately."

My whole body went rigid.

Harvey's tone was laid-back. "What's the rush? You donated a kidney to me five years ago. Can your body handle another operation now?"

Tears streamed down my face. My heart ached so badly I could hardly breathe.

Their footsteps faded down the hall.

After sorting out Jordan's funeral, I carried his urn through the corridor. Passing one of the wards, I accidentally overheard an argument.

Harvey's voice was raised. "Did you pull out Jordan's trach tube?"

"Yeah. Hasn't Jenna been clinging to you all these years just for your money to treat that half-dead brother of hers? I removed the obstacle for you. What's wrong with that?"

"Don't ever do something like that again!"

I gasped for air. My eyes were bloodshot, and I pushed the door open. "Katie, how could you do that?!"

Katie clearly hadn't expected me to overhear them. She shrugged. "Being loved means you can get away with anything, right?"

For a moment, Harvey looked flustered. He crossed the room in a few big strides, grabbed my shoulders, and tried to soothe me. "Jenna, Jordan's death is a relief for you, too."

I laughed bitterly as tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn't resist slapping him hard across the face.

"Harvey, I truly regret saving you five years ago."

He stared at me for a few seconds before gripping my wrist tightly. "You're still lying to me? Jenna, do you even have a conscience?"

I kept saying I wasn't lying while he dragged me straight to the hematology department. "Carry out the bone marrow transplant now."

"No! I'll die!" I struggled with everything I had.

As Harvey shut the door, I screamed with all my strength, "Harvey, you'll regret this. You will regret this!"

The door still closed slowly.

Four hours later, the doctor came out with a grim expression. He said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. Due to complications from her previous illness, Ms. Salsbury didn't make it."

"What do you mean?" Harvey froze.

"Please accept our condolences." The doctor patted Harvey's shoulder and handed him two documents. "These were entrusted to you by Ms. Salsbury before her final breath."

Harvey's fingers trembled as he quickly flipped to the last page of the first document. Clear as day were the words 'Divorce Agreement.'

Tears streamed down his face as he turned to the second document.

It was a copy of the kidney donation consent form I had signed five years ago. At the back was a slip of paper. My handwriting was messy and uneven.

"Harvey, if there's a next life, let's never meet again."