On the wedding day, my fiancé ran away from home with my sister Sophie.

Everyone made fun of me and said I was a tomboy and no one wanted me even if I offered myself to them.

James, as the most promising male actor at that time, resolutely came on stage to propose to me.

We lived happily after marriage.

I helped him build connections and find directors and accompanied him on auditions.

In winter, we huddled in a single bed, shivering with cold, and he put my cold feet into his belly to warm them.

During the most difficult year, he was diagnosed with uremia and his bank card balance was only in the double digits.

I worked five jobs every day, from morning till night, just to raise money for his medical expenses.

After the kidney source matching was successful, I donated a kidney to him without hesitation.

Seven years have finally proven that I love him very much and he loves me too.

But it was not until now that I realized that James married me just because he didn't want me to continue to pester my fiancé and ruin Sophie's wedding.

I thought if I listened to Margaret and gave my fiancé to my sister, she would love me more.

In the end, every bit of the love I had received before had the shadow of my sister.

As long as she comes back, no matter whether it is James or Margaret, everything will no longer belong to me.

In the evening, Sophie suddenly appeared.

She was wearing a miniskirt, revealing her long, white legs, and smiled provocatively.

"You've always been defeated by me. I just pretended to cry and said I wanted a prize, but Yi and Margaret couldn't wait to destroy your legs."

"I am disgusted by the sight of a legless monster like you. I would have no face to live on if it were me."

I was so angry that I grabbed my phone and threw it at him.

I didn't hit her, but she got mad and took out a fruit knife from the drawer and stabbed me.

She scratched her left cheek, blood was flowing down, and there was a stinging pain.

I snatched the knife from her hand and held it high.

The next second, James snatched it back, hugged Sophie lovingly, and asked me what I was doing?

Sophie cried very sadly and said that I called her a vixen and threatened to break her legs and kill her.

I looked at James and shook my head.

"No."

James didn't even look at me and carefully escorted Sophie out.

Margaret heard the noise and glanced at me at the door.

She didn't ask me what happened or if it hurt.

Seeing me constantly pulling out tissues to stop the bleeding, she said in a tone that said I deserved it: "You deserved it. Who made you angry?"

She didn't even step into the door, but turned around and ran after her to comfort her sister.

As far back as I can remember, I knew that Margaret didn't love me.

She gave birth to her older sister with her rich second-generation ex-husband, and married my father after the divorce.

She always scolds my dad for not making money and complains that I eat too much and don't work.

When it was windy and rainy, Margaret would look out the window, worrying about whether her older sister, who was attending Elite Private Academy and living in a Suburban Villa with a nanny, had enough food and clothes to eat. She didn't care at all that I was wearing thin clothes and my stomach was growling with hunger.

What others can get easily, I have to work very hard to get.

But now I don't seem to want it anymore.

After a long time, James came back. He looked at me with a guilty expression.

The whole abdomen was in severe pain, and even painkillers couldn't suppress it.

Thinking of what the doctor said, I suddenly didn’t want to be angry anymore.

I said Sophie tried to hurt me with a knife.

James wasn't surprised at all.

"I know, you don't have legs, so there's no way you can get the knife from the drawer."

I picked up a pillow and threw it at him, screaming and breaking down.

"Then why do you keep saying it's my fault?"

James frowned and kept running his hands through his hair.

"Laura, Sophie has a childish temper, you just need to give in to her."

"Besides, she won't be able to compete with you in the future. All our love will be given to you, and everyone will revolve around you. Just let her be, okay?"

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

But I'm sick too, why don't you let me go?

Half a year ago, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The doctor said I could live for half a year at most, and one month at least.

Looking at James who loved me deeply and Margaret who had depended on me for seven years, I didn't know how to tell them.

I made the story I had previously written about my love experience with him into a happy love script, and prepared to film it so that they would have something to think about in the future.

This script was highly praised by industry leaders, who said it has a great chance of winning an award.

At this time, Sophie returned to Newyork to find James and Margaret, saying that she only had a month to live, and hoped that when she died, she could fulfill her childhood dream and become a famous actor.

James forced my script on her.

I knelt down and begged him, saying that I was sick and this was my dream.

He took out my diagnosis certificate from the drawer, slapped it on my face, and laughed:

"Which crew made this prop? It even has the signature of the chief physician."

"You were sick earlier or later. When Sophie came back, you said you were sick. Can't you see her like that?"

"She's almost dying, and you still want to compete with her?"

James wiped my tears with his thumb and brought me back from my memories.

He pleaded in a low voice.

"Laura, I'm so tired, can you let me rest for a while?"

"Sophie saved my life in the Alps Mountains before. There's no way I'm going to deny her a last-ditch request."

Before leaving, he came back and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Don't worry, I will make you public in a month and give you a huge wedding."

"Everything I have is yours."

"Will you wait for me?"

After I was discharged from the hospital, James bought a Suburban Villa in my name as our wedding house.

I also hired a nanny to take care of my life.

One day, I woke up with a dull pain in my chest, and then I vomited a mouthful of blood.

I panicked.

Call James.

Call Margaret.

But no one answered.

When I was about to despair, James answered the phone.

I cried in fear: "James, please come back soon, I am dying."

The other side was stunned for a long time before his angry voice rang out:

"Laura, why are you acting like a child?"

"You knew that Margaret and I were going to the playground with Sophie today, but you called to disturb us on purpose."

"If you need anything, just find a babysitter."

After saying that, he turned off the phone.

But he forgot that the nanny had to take a leave today due to some urgent matters, and he promised to come back to take care of me.

I was in so much pain that I rolled out of bed and wanted to go downstairs to take medicine.

I climbed to the stairs, but without my legs, I couldn’t go down.

The pain in my chest made me feel a little dizzy, and in an instant I rolled from the second floor to the first floor.

My whole body felt like it was cramping and my bones were being pulled out, and my front teeth were broken and my mouth was full of blood.

I finally crawled to the dining table, hoping to gain some leverage.

I accidentally pulled the tablecloth and the tableware and breakfast milk spilled all over the floor.

I completely passed out from the pain.

After waking up, James and Margaret came back.

Seeing the mess on the floor, James couldn't help but slap me.

"Why are you so ignorant? Just because I didn't get back in time, you lost your temper and smashed everything in the house?"

"I spent so much time and energy on decorating the house for you, but you don't cherish it. You disappoint me so much."

After saying that, he slapped himself a few times, squatted down, and hugged me and cried.

"Laura, I didn't mean to hit you. From now on I will only be with you. It will be soon. Can you wait for me a little longer?"

Since then, I became very sensible and stopped crying or making a fuss.

Every time he went to accompany Sophie, I would call him dozens of times to urge him to come back.

But now I am waiting quietly for him to come home.

Once he wanted to explain to me guiltily.

I patted his shoulder and said, "I know my sister is very weak now and needs your company. I understand."

Margaret stopped blaming me and made soup just for me for the first time.

Although I was too sick to eat anything.

But I happily wanted to drink it all.

But when I opened it, I found it was my sister's favorite pigeon soup.

And I am allergic to squab.

Margaret flattened her lips and said angrily, "Why don't you drink it? Do you think I didn't cook well? Then I won't cook for you next time."

I smiled again and ate everything cleanly.

That night my throat was swollen and I couldn't breathe, so I was sent to the General Hospital.

James was very busy directing Sophie on filming, and he spent the rest of his time with me.

We grow flowers, eat and watch TV at home.

In a TV interview, the reporter asked Sophie what her ideal type was?

Sophie glanced at James and said that's what he was like.

James' ears turned red instantly.

Seeing this, I stared at James for a long time.

Whispered: "Actually, you can marry my sister."

James suddenly kissed me fiercely.

"I don't want anyone else, I only want you. Since you donated a kidney to me and gave me a warm home, I will never let you down in my life."

Then he came closer, ignoring my attempts to dodge.

He was absorbed in his work, but I was staring at the empty legs at the end of the bed.

The light above my head was swaying, and every swing reminded me of his betrayal.

James has been sticking to me very closely lately.

Not only does she have to accompany me to the toilet and cook for me, but she also has to take me to the mall to buy gifts and choose a wedding dress.

Halfway through the shopping, James received a phone call, which seemed very urgent.

I considerately let him go ahead and do his work.

I was a little tired after shopping in the afternoon and wanted to go to the hotel upstairs in the mall to rest.

We had a long term suite at the hotel.

That was the secret base where he and I lived when we were secretly married.

Every time we avoided the paparazzi, we would cuddle up there.

I just opened the door and heard Sophie's voice from inside.

Sophie put her arms around James' neck, leaned close to him and said, "I want to give you a child."

James' voice was cold.

"No, Laura and I will have children."

My heart is hurt.

James clearly knew that I had a perforated uterus and had it removed to save my life during the accident.

Sophie is strategizing, James is escaping.

But slowly, they became entangled fiercely.

He made the most ruthless love with her and said the most affectionate words to me.

A feeling of nausea welled up in my throat and I wanted to vomit but couldn't.

I sobbed and dared not make a sound. I silently closed the door and waited at the door.

I want to ask James why he betrayed me?

I also want to punish James and make him look guilty when he sees me when he goes out.

I waited silently all night.

The memories of my love and affection with him kept replaying in my mind.

The dull pain in my upper abdomen accompanied me all night.