I took my luxury shoes and bags to a second-hand shop for consignment. The money I saved up would be donated in Connor's name. It would be one single generous contribution to the children in the mountainside.

Meanwhile, Connor had settled Kelly into his villa on the outskirts of the city.

Five years ago, Kelly was a wealthy young lady. She had to move to America because her parents wanted to expand their business there.

Fifteen years ago, when the McDavid family business was in trouble, it was the Lawson Family who had stepped in to help them out.

Connor had never expected that in just a mere five years, the Lawson Family's investments would fail, leaving them bankrupt and drowning in debt. Now, he had become the esteemed CEO of the McDavid Group, while Kelly was known as a woman who ran from her debtors.

He felt pity and regret for her predicament and he figured, morally and emotionally, that he should assist the Lawson Family.

So, with a bolt stroke of his pen, he took over all of the Lawson Family's debts.

As it was getting late, Connor was ready to leave. However, suddenly Kelly tugged at his sleeve and with a voice trembling with fear, she said, "Connor, don't go … I'm scared …."

“What’s there to be scared of? We’re in our home country,” he reassured her.

"I'm truly frightened. When I was abroad, those people often came to our house at night to demand money to pay our debts. If we couldn’t pay, they would break things and hurt us …” As she spoke, she curled up into Connor's embrace. “Connor, I was really scared of being beaten.”

Is this really the same proud Kelly as before? Connor wondered. Seeing her distress, Connor felt uneasy and agreed to stay there for a while.

Back at home, I waited until eleven at night, but still no sign of my husband. The dinner that I had prepared with my own hand for him had grown cold after I warmed it over and over again. It seemed today's dinner ended up in the trash again.

Just then, a stranger’s number sent her a friend request on Instagram. The nickname was "Dream," and the profile picture was of a beautiful woman.

The first person I thought of was Kelly. And sure enough, after I accepted the request and opened the friend's Instagram, I saw Connor's silhouette.

He had removed his suit jacket, his white shirt’s sleeves rolled up high and he was wearing an apron while busy in the kitchen. It was accompanied with a caption that read, “Finally getting to eat authentic Chinese food again. It feels great to be home and to be cared for.”

After five years of marriage, I was shocked to learn that my husband could cook.

I still remembered the first time I cooked after our marriage. At that t time had prepared dinner and eagerly greeted Connor with a smile. However, he frowned and pushed me aside. "I can't stand the smoke smell."

I was embarrassed then I sniffed my sleeve trying to find the smell of oil. From that moment on, every time I cooked, I would take time to shower before sitting down to eat with him.

Yet, that cold man was willing to cook a meal for someone else tonight.

I managed to give a small smile and liked the Instagram Feed post.

Connor only came home after three days and the first thing he did when he got home was to toss a limited-edition handbag at my feet angrily.

“What do you mean by this?” he snapped.

I picked up the handbag, dusted it off and explained, "I don't use this expensive bag too often. Isn’t it better to sell it to someone who needs it and let it serve its purpose?”

“This was a gift for you! If you don’t like it, you can throw it away, but why sell it?” asked Connor angrily.

I did not understand why he was so angry about this.

I really did not understand him. Hadn't we agreed not to interfere with each other private lives? I did not complain when he stayed out all night or cooked for his ex. Yet here he was, questioning her.

"If you needed money, couldn't you just ask me?" Connor tossed a sleek black credit card onto the table.

"Take it. Stop embarrassing me," he added.

I just smiled bitterly. I had been so fool to think he would care for me. Of course, this was not about me at all. It was because he was just afraid, afraid that I might tarnish the family name. Luckily, there wouldn't be many chances for that.

Item number two on my Bucket List was to spend his last birthday together with him.

This would be the fifth birthday I celebrated with Connor. Whether he appreciated it or not, each year I had carefully chosen a gift for him.

The first year, it was a custom figurine of him in cartoon form. The second year, a hand-knitted sweater, tailored to his exact size. The third year, his portrait. The fourth is a commemorative seal. I wondered, what should I give him this year?

After a lot of thought, I decided to make a birthday cake from scratch.

Connor had a strict fitness regime, so his daily requirement was very harsh. He did not eat something with oil, salts, sugar, or fat. He did not eat something too cold or something that was grilled or fried. So, to fit his needs, I prepared a cake with all-natural ingredients. It wasn’t the most attractive cake, but it was healthy and low-calorie.

While baking the cake, I accidentally burnt my hand. As a result, I got a blister on my palm but I kept pushing to finish the cake.

As the night got late, I still did not see Connor. Although I hesitated, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.

"Hello?" he answered. His voice was barely audible amid the noisy background.

"Connor, are you coming home tonight?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," he answered. "What is it?"

As I considered what to tell him, another voice came into the line, "Is that your wife? Hi, sister-in- aw, it's Connor's birthday today. It isn't right if you're not here, right? Come on here!"

"Get lost!" Connor muttered to the other man before speaking back to the phone, “Can you come here? Though I really doubt that you'll like it here. This place is pretty loud."

"Oh, I'll come," I said.

I followed the directions that he shared and arrived at a private room with a cake in my hand.

"Hey, the missus is here!"

"Sister-in-law, have a seat!"

“I'll toast to sister-in-law!”

As his official wife, I was treated with respect as his friends gathered and gave me toast after toast. Although I was not a big drinker myself, I did not want to spoil the mood, so I drank every toast they offered.

Even though Connor saw this, he kept his silence while smoking his cigarette and ignoring me.

Before long the door opened again and a radiant Kelly walked in with a beautiful dress in her body. I immediately realized this was Connor’s birthday, of course, she would be here!

Without a word, she sat next to Connor. Her familiarity with everything suggested that she had been here many times before. Connor even blocked every drink offered to Kelly. He shielded her as if it was his second nature.

As I looked at them, I felt the same pain I thought I had numbed. I had long expected they were the real couple, but seeing that with my own eyes was harder than I expected.

With a deep breath, I clutched the cake and walked toward Connor. Maybe I could just give him the cake and leave.

However, at the very moment, Kelly called the waiter over. Then someone dimmed the light and a tower of candles appeared on an elaborate cake wheeled in by the staff.

I stood rooted on the ground as I clutched the cake behind my back.

"Happy birthday, Connor," said Kelly with a soft and sweet voice.

Connor flashed her his warmest smile of the night. "Thank you."

Someone with sharp eyes pointed at the cake in my hand. "Sister-in-law, is that a birthday cake that you make?"

With everybody's gaze on me, I had no choice but to give the small handmade birthday cake to Connor with a forced smile on my face.

He opened the box slowly. When he opened the box, everyone could see that it was a simple two-person cake. One of its corners even caved in slightly.

The extravagant birthday cake beside it made mine look really pathetic. I heard some murmur their dissatisfaction.

"Who would even bring something so cheap?"

"So, who’s the real wife here?"

"That’s some half-hearted effort."

Connor put mine aside and announced, "Let's cut the cake!"

They eagerly swarmed around the grand cake tower Kelly had prepared and devoured it until it was gone. Even Connor, who rarely touched sweets, cleaned his plate entirely.

No one noticed me standing in the corner, nor did anyone see me leave the room and take the small handmade cake with me.

As I left, the blister on my palm broke accidentally but I did not feel the pain, because the pain in my heart was even greater.

When I passed a trash bin, I threw away the cake along with the love I felt toward Connor. They both seemed worthless now.

In the five years of marriage, we had only taken one photo together, which was the wedding portrait. It was only taken just so the photos could be displayed at the wedding reception.

The third item on my Bucket List was to take a set of photos with Connor.

If I was going to face the relentless battle with my illness alone, I wanted at least a few photos of us together, a reminder that once, I had been close to him.

I booked a photographer and carefully broached the idea with him. I was expecting to be met with his cold refusal, but I was surprised when he agreed without hesitation.

The photo shoot was set for a sunny afternoon. The photographer and lighting assistant were ready and I, dressed in light makeup, sat on a park bench waiting for him. He had mentioned having a business lunch but promised to come afterward.

They waited and waited, from blazing noon to the soft hues of sunset. However, the man of the hour never showed up.

I apologized to the crew. "I’m so sorry to have wasted your time. I’ll still pay the full fee because I don’t want this to be a wasted trip for you."

The photographer gave me a sympathetic look and said, "Miss, we can afford to wait for one afternoon, but you shouldn’t waste your youth. You’re kind and beautiful. Please, don’t spend your life on someone who doesn’t deserve you."

I gave him a faint smile. "I’ll remember that. Thank you."

As I reached for my phone to book a ride, a message from Connor appeared. It said, "Laura, what should girls do for cramps? They hurt so much."

I texted back, "Who’s having cramps?

Connor answered, "Kelly."

He attached a picture of Kelly lying on the bed while writhing in pain.

A smirk appeared on my face and then I typed, "Doesn't she know? Isn’t she a woman herself?"

Then I locked the phone and tossed it into my bag.

Deep inside my heart, I knew perfectly well the message was not sent by Connor. He had never called me “Laura" in his text. Instead, he would type the text with my full name "Laura Hall" to address me.

Even if the message was not sent directly by Connor, it only meant that he was by Kelly's side. So, the reason he had stood me up was to care for his ex-girlfriend's cramps. Or, perhaps, I thought with a bitter smile, I should call her his current girlfriend.

I pulled out my Bucket List from my pocket. The fourth item read, "Invite Connor to my sole art exhibit."

Hosting a solo art exhibit was a massive project. It required an endless amount of preparation. With my health deteriorating rapidly, I had little time left.

However, I determined to do it. I did not want to waste any more time feeling sorry for myself. I hailed a taxi and headed directly to the art exhibition venue.

Over the next few days, I scouted various locations until I finally found a gallery that was beautiful and within my budget. I signed the contract and calculated how much the venue rental would cost. It was a hefty sum, but I decided to use Connor’s credit card for now. Once my paintings were sold, I would repay him back, then I would not owe him a thing.

When I was leaving the venue, a sudden dizziness came over me and my vision darkened. I lost control of my body and fell forward as I lost consciousness.

As soon as I woke up the first person that I saw was Matt who was standing over me. His face contorted with worry and anger.

“If it wasn't for the kind people who called an ambulance for you, you would have died!” he growled.

I gave him a grateful smile. "See? I know you love me the most.”

Matt was not having it. He said, "I already informed your husband. He’s on his way."

"What?" I shouted in a state of panic. "Did you tell him about my kidney failure?"