My Boyfriend is Going to Take Care of His Terminally Ill Ex-Girlfriend

Introduction.

My boyfriend tricked me into getting pregnant, while keeping a flirtatious relationship with his first love.

"She has cancer and needs me now," the man said, almost moved to tears by his own words. "It's you I love; otherwise, why would I have you carry my child?"

Ha! That night, I rushed to the hospital to get an abortion, moved out of the apartment, and began plotting my revenge on this scumbag.

He thought I was a pushover, someone he could manipulate. Little did he know, I was someone who could turn the tables in an instant, bringing him back to square one. And I was a heir to a wealthy family.

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In our classmates' group chat, someone shared a local news link. [Young man crosses 100 kilometers daily to care for his ailing girlfriend—]

[Hey! Isn't that Marlon, the great scholar!]

[Wow, Marlon, you and Maya still aren't married? 100 kilometers! That's impressive!]

[Marlon, which hospital is Maya in? We should plan a visit.]

……

I scrolled through the chat history.

Someone had posted a photo of Maya lying in a hospital bed, with Marlon holding a cup to help her drink water.

In the picture, Maya looked almost the same as she did in our school days.

Perhaps due to her illness, she appeared thinner and paler, which only added to her fragile, pitiable look.

In contrast, Marlon, exhausted from the daily commute, looked utterly worn out.

As Marlon's official girlfriend, I hadn't seen him in almost a month.

So, his constant claims of being very busy with work, feeling a bit tired were actually about taking care of his ailing ex-girlfriend!

Marlon hadn't responded in the group chat at all.

Was he too guilty to admit it? Or was he so confident that I loved him deeply, thinking I was a pushover he could control?

[I'll go visit this tragic couple too.] I wrote in the chat.

[Nina, are you going too?] A classmate asked in surprise; obviously, she didn't catch the sarcasm in my message.

I understood her confusion. During college, I was a loner and had little interaction with Marlon, Maya, and their group.

They were the classic high school sweethearts, having dated for seven years. Although they broke up shortly after graduation, almost everyone still paired them together automatically.

No one knew that Marlon and I had been together for over a year and a half.

Five people decided to go, and we created a small side group.

A girl immediately asked. [How much should we give?]

[What's Maya suffering from? Is it serious?]

[100 dollars should be enough. If it's more, I'm not going.]

[I think 100 dollars is about right.]

……

[I'll give separately.]

[I'll give separately.]

As soon as I sent my message, I noticed someone else had said the same thing.

I clicked on the profile picture, which was a forest, and the nickname was a black period.

[Thomas, Nina, are you two going together?]

Thomas? I shook my head, not recognizing the name.

October 16th.

Auspicious day to visit the sick.

In the morning, I opened my phone and saw Marlon had finally replied to a message I sent a few days ago.

[Dad's birthday is this Sunday, don't forge.] The message was sent on October 13.

[Sorry, Nina, I've been too busy these days, but I'll definitely remember the party on Sunday.] At this point, Marlon's reply seemed particularly ridiculous.

I arrived at the hospital where everyone had agreed to meet, but no one else was there yet.

Waited only a few minutes.

"Nina? You're already here."

I turned around at the sound of the voice and saw a handsome man in a black shirt, who looked vaguely familiar.

"Don't remember me? I'm Thomas, the head of the literary club back in college," the man explained calmly, seeing my puzzled look.

"I work at the hospital, so I came to visit Maya," he paused for a moment. " With Marlon."

Before I could answer.

"Nina? Thomas? Is that you? Wow, you both have changed so much!"

An eager female classmate exclaimed, "Hey? Did you two come together?"

Noticing their growing curiosity and suggestive glances.

I quickly clarified, "No, I came from the west side of the city."

"Let's go inside; it's getting late," Thomas interjected, skillfully easing the tension.

I glanced at a familiar silver-gray sedan in the parking lot.

Great, Marlon.

Driving the car I bought to take care of your ex-girlfriend.