On our wedding day, my fiancé ran off to another country with my older sister, Zoey. Everyone laughed at me, calling me a tomboy and saying I was so undesirable even a free offer wouldn't work. Then Justice, once hailed as the most promising young actor of his generation, stepped onto the stage and proposed to me in front of everyone.

After we got married, life was sweet. I helped him network with directors, accompanied him to auditions and supported him every step of the way. In winter, we'd huddle together on a tiny single bed, shivering from the cold. He'd tuck my frozen feet against his belly to warm me up. That most challenging year, he was diagnosed with kidney failure. His bank account had barely two digits left.

I worked five jobs every day, from dawn till dusk, just to raise money for his medical expenses. When a matching kidney was found, I donated one of mine to him without a second thought. Seven years finally proved that I loved him deeply and he loved me just as much.

However, only now did I realize that the real reason Justice married me was to stop me from interfering with my ex-fiancé's wedding to Zoey. I thought that by listening to my mother and giving up my fiancé to my sister, she might love me a little more. It turned out that every ounce of affection I received over the years had my sister's shadow behind it. Because the moment she came back, whether it was Justice or my mother, nothing belonged to me anymore.

That evening, Zoey suddenly showed up. She wore a micro mini skirt, showing off her long, pale legs and sneered at me provocatively. "You've always been the loser in this game," she mocked. "All I had to do was cry a little, say I wanted an award and both Justice and Mom couldn't wait to ruin your legs. You legless freak. Just looking at you makes me sick. If I were you, I'd be too ashamed to keep living."

Furious, I grabbed my phone and hurled it at her. Sadly, I missed, but she snapped. Then she grabbed a fruit knife from the drawer and lunged at me. The blood streamed down as soon as she slashed my left cheek. Later, a stinging pain erupted. I wrestled the knife out of her hands and raised it high.

The next second, Justice grabbed it back, protectively holding Zoey and questioned what I was doing. Zoey cried heartbrokenly, saying I had called her a vixen and threatened to break her legs and kill her. I looked at Justice and shook my head. "That's not true."

Justice didn't even glance at me, carefully escorting Zoey out. My mother heard the commotion and glanced at me at the door. She didn't ask what happened or if I was in pain. Seeing me constantly dabbing at the bleeding with tissues, she said in a tone that implied I deserved it, "Serves you right. Who told you to upset your sister?"

That woman didn't even step inside, turning around to follow and comfort my sister. Ever since I could remember, I knew that my mother didn't love me. She had my older sister with her wealthy ex-husband. After their divorce, she married my father. She always scolded my father for not earning enough and complained that I ate too much and didn't do any work.

Whenever it was windy or rainy, my mother would look out the window, worrying about whether my sister, who lived in a villa with a nanny and attended a prestigious school, was warm and well-fed. She never cared that I was dressed in thin clothes, my stomach growling from hunger. Things that others could get easily, I had to fight tooth and nail for even a little bit.

Now, it seemed I didn't want them anymore. A long time later, Justice finally came back. He looked at me, a hint of guilt on his face. My stomach was twisting in unbearable pain. Even the painkillers weren't working. I remembered what the doctor said and suddenly, I didn't want to fight anymore. I said it was Zoey who tried to hurt me with the knife.

Justice didn't seem surprised at all after hearing this. "I know. You don't have legs. There's no way you could have reached into the drawer for a knife."

I picked up a pillow and frantically hit him with it, shouting in despair. "Then why do you always say it's my fault?"

Justice frowned deeply, constantly running his hand through his hair.

"Ella, Zoey is just being childish. Why don't you indulge her a little? Besides, she won't be able to fight you for anything anymore. From now on, all our love will be yours. Everyone will focus on you. Can't you just let her have this one thing?"

But I'm sick too. Why won't any of you indulge me? Half a year ago, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The doctor said I had at most half a year to live, maybe as little as a month. Looking at Justice, who loved me deeply and my mother, who had been my sole support for seven years, I didn't know how to tell them. So, I turned the story of my love with him into a beautiful romantic screenplay, hoping that it would be something for them to remember me by in the future.

The screenplay received high praise from industry bigwigs, who said it had a very good chance of winning awards. At this time, Zoey returned to the country and found Justice and my mother. My sister said she only had a month to live and hoped that before she died, she could fulfill her youthful dream of becoming a famous actress.

Justice forcibly gave her my screenplay. I knelt down and begged him, saying that I was sick and this was also my dream. He pulled out my diagnosis report from the drawer and slapped it against my face, mocking me. "Where'd you get this prop from? Even has the chief physician's signature. Impressive. You just happened to get sick the moment Zoey came back? Why do you hate her so much? She's about to die and you're still trying to compete with her?"

Justice used his thumb to wipe away my tears, pulling me back from my memories. He pleaded softly, "Ella, I'm so tired. Can you let me rest for a bit? Zoey saved my life on the snowy mountain before. I can't possibly refuse her last request."

Before leaving, he turned back again and quickly kissed my forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make us public in a month and give you a grand wedding. Everything I have is yours. Can you wait for me, please?"

After I was discharged from the hospital, Justice bought a villa in my name as our wedding home. He also hired a nanny specifically to take care of my daily life. One day, I woke up with a suffocating pain in my chest, followed by vomiting a large mouthful of blood.

I panicked. Then, I called Justice and my mother. Still, no one answered. Just as I was about to despair, Justice picked up. I cried out in fear, "Justice, please come back quickly, I'm dying."

There was a long pause on the other end before his angry voice sounded. "Ella, why are you being so childish? You clearly know that Mom and I took Zoey to the amusement park today and you deliberately called to disturb us. If you need anything, just ask the nanny."

After that, he hung up. Alas, he forgot that the nanny had taken a last-minute leave today and he had promised to come back and take care of me. The pain was excruciating. I rolled out of bed, wanting to go downstairs to take my medicine. I crawled to the top of the stairs, but my legs gave out. I couldn't go down.

The pressure in my chest made my head spin. In the blink of an eye, I tumbled down the stairs from the second floor. My whole body felt like it was being torn apart and my front teeth were knocked out, leaving my mouth full of blood. I struggled to crawl to the dining table, wanting to use it for support. I accidentally yanked the tablecloth. Plates, food, milk, everything crashed to the floor. Then, I completely fainted from the pain.

When I woke up, Justice and my mother had returned. Seeing the mess on the floor, Justice couldn't help but slap me. "Why are you being so unreasonable? Just because I didn't come back in time, you threw a tantrum and smashed everything in the house?"

"I spent so much time and effort renovating this house the way you wanted, yet you don't cherish it at all. You've disappointed me too much."

After saying that, he slapped himself several times straight in the face. Then, he squatted down and hugged me, crying. "Ella, I didn't mean to hit you. From now on, I'll only be with you. It'll be soon. Can you wait for me a little longer?"

From then on, I became very sensible, neither crying nor making a fuss. Before, every time he went to be with Zoey, I would make over a dozen calls urging him to come back. Now, I quietly waited for him to come home. Once, Justice felt guilty and wanted to explain to me. I patted his shoulder and said, "I know Zoey is very weak now and needs your company. I understand."

My mother also stopped blaming me and even specially made soup for me for the first time. Although I was so sick that I couldn't eat anything, I happily wanted to drink it all. However, when I opened it, I found it was chicken soup, my sister's favourite. Unfortunately, I was allergic to chicken. My mother frowned and snapped, "Why aren't you eating it? What, you don't like how I made it? Fine. I won't bother next time."

So, I forced a smile and ate every last drop. That night, my throat swelled up and I couldn't breathe. I was rushed to the hospital. Justice was busy helping Zoey film her scenes, but he spent whatever time he had left with me. We planted flowers, had meals and watched TV together at home.

Once, we were watching an interview with Zoey. The reporter asked her, "What's your ideal type?"

She looked straight at Justice and said, "Someone just like him."

His ears flushed red instantly. I turned to look at him and stared for a long time. Then, I whispered, "You know … it's okay if you want to marry my sister."

Justice suddenly kissed me fiercely. "I don't want anyone else. I only want you. Ever since you donated a kidney to me and gave me a warm home, I will never let you down in this lifetime."

Despite my resistance, he pressed close to me. He was lost in the moment, but all I could do was stare at the empty space where my legs used to be. The ceiling light swayed gently above us, casting shadows that flickered like ghosts and each swing reminded me of his betrayal.

Lately, Justice had been sticking to me like glue. He not only accompanied me to the bathroom and cooked for me but also took me to the mall to buy gifts and choose a wedding dress. Halfway through shopping, Justice received a call that seemed very urgent. I considerately told him to go ahead and take care of it.

By afternoon, I was a little tired and wanted to go to the hotel upstairs in the mall to rest. We had a long-term suite in the hotel. It used to be our secret hideout when we were secretly married. Every time we avoided the paparazzi, we would be passionately entangled up there. As soon as I opened the door, Zoey's voice came from inside.

Zoey wrapped her arms around Justice's neck, leaned close and said, "I want to give you a child."

Justice's voice was cold and clear. "No need, Ella and I will have children."

My heart was pierced. Justice clearly knew that my uterus had been perforated and removed to save my life in that accident. Zoey was trying to win him over and Justice was avoiding her, but they slowly became intensely entangled. He made the most ruthless love with her while saying the most affectionate words to me.

My throat burned with the need to vomit, but nothing came up. I whimpered, not daring to make a sound. I silently closed the door and waited outside. I wanted to question Justice why he betrayed me. I also wanted to punish Justice, to make him feel guilty when he saw me after coming out.

I waited silently all night while memories of our loving and intimate moments kept replaying in my mind. Moreover, a dull pain throbbed in my upper stomach the whole night, refusing to go away.

The following day, everything suddenly felt meaningless. It was like I could see Death standing right behind me, urging me to hurry up. I went home, packed up all my belongings and set them on fire. Somehow, news of me sitting outside a hotel room all night got posted online. Coincidentally, my mother saw it. She called Justice, questioning him sternly. "Is this what you meant by promising to love Ella? Leaving her to sit outside a hotel room all night?"

Justice panicked. By the time he rushed back to the villa, ambulances, fire trucks and police cars were already there. The house was full of people. He pushed his way through the crowd, but a doctor quickly stopped him. "Are you a family member of Miss Daniella Lacroix? Please sign here. The patient is already ... "