I sat by the hospital bed, trembling and in tears, while the children teased me.

The word "cancer" felt like a devastating blow to our family.

Confronted with an operation costing nearly a million dollars, I felt utterly powerless.

At that moment, I berated myself, "Micah, you're useless. You can't even protect the one you love. What kind of man are you?"

Memories of our dreams flooded back.

"Micah, I want to feel the sea breeze at the beach, ride elephants, and take beautiful pictures."

"Finally, I want to welcome our lovely children with you."

These dreams remained unfulfilled, overshadowed by life's harsh realities.

Fate seemed to toy with the already unfortunate.

The doctors warned me that time was running out and the operation needed to happen quickly.

To cover the costs, I sold the house my parents left me and borrowed their savings.

Ultimately, I even took out a significant bank loan to gather the funds for the surgery.

On the eve of the operation, I knelt by the hospital bed, holding her hand tightly, tears flowing, "Honey, you must be strong. I've raised the money for your operation. You can focus on your treatment."

Caroline smiled gently but sadly, caressing my head and asking, "Micah, where did you get your money?"

Though I tried to shield her from worry, she pressed for the truth.

When I revealed everything, her eyes filled with tears, and her voice trembled, "Micah, I'm sorry for making you sacrifice so much for me. I'm such a bad woman. I don't deserve your kindness to me."

I hugged her tightly, reassuring her, "No. Don't say that, I did this willingly."

Touched by my words, Caroline sobbed, "Honey, will you propose to me?"

I finally waited for the happiest time in my life.

I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me.

My life was nearing completion.

But the next day, I had to juggle five jobs to repay the enormous debt.

During the day, I worked at a construction site and washed dishes at a restaurant. At night, I worked as a waiter in a bar.

Then, as I opened the door to a luxury box, I was stunned to see Caroline raising a glass with a strange man.

Nowa Bar was the most luxurious bar in Tumbrin, with the presidential private room requiring a minimum spend of 88,888 dollars.

At this moment, Caroline was in a bold red dress that accentuated her allure.

She stood at the center of attention among several young, wealthy men.

I know all these men. They were regulars at the bar.

The transformation of Caroline, usually gentle and calm, into an imposing queen shocked me.

Beside her was a familiar male celebrity, Jasper.

The two of them drank from a glass of wine in front of me.

Jasper said, "Caroline, thanks for paving the way for me in the entertainment industry over the years. Let's toast to our friendship."

Another young man teased, "Caroline, I hear you're still dating that poor guy. He probably doesn't know all his earnings are going to support others. I admire your skill in pretending to be sick to force him to break up."

Another person was grinning, "I heard he sold his house and borrowed from everywhere for you. Such a dedicated person. If I weren't a guy, I'd want to marry him."

Caroline surveyed the room and replied calmly, "I'm just playing with him. We'll break up when I'm tired of him."

After saying that, every man pulled out their bank cards for her.

"Caroline, I'm willing to admit defeat!"

"You're awesome. You've been playing with a low-class guy for five years. I can't do it."

"You are not really in love with him, are you? You are the daughter of the Wilson Group, and he is just a low-level worker. The gap between your status is too big, and he is not worthy of you."

At this, Caroline laughed lightly, "After I find a reason to break up with him, I'll date someone else."

The men eagerly jostled to catch Caroline's attention.

"Pick me, Caroline. I'm obedient."

"I'm strong."

This scene overwhelmed me.

After three years of courting and five years of loving, I had placed everything on the line for her, even accumulating debt.

Yet, I was now labeled the "poor man" and "low-level man" by the very people she entertained.

My unwavering love for her had become a mere wager among them.

I could no longer endure this betrayal.

I flung open the door, removed my hat, and tore off my mask in front of everyone.

Caroline was startled, "Honey..."

She quickly shifted to a less intimate tone, asking, "Micah, why are you here?"

I replied with a cold smile, "I work here. Why else would I be here? You claimed to be home watching dramas, yet here you are, drinking with someone else?

"Caroline, do you find cheating funny? You, the daughter of the Wilson Group, have toyed with me, a man from the bottom of society, for five years!

"You've never lacked money, yet you waste my hard-earned cash. To you, money is just numbers. But to me, it's the hope of survival. You heartless woman, I misjudged you."

A group of men in the box stood up, glaring at me, their red wine glasses gripped tightly as if ready to strike.

Jasper sneered, "So you are Caroline's useless boyfriend! Do you know who we are? How dare you yell here? I can ensure you won't see tomorrow's sun."

Anger surged within me. "Caroline! You'd better give me an explanation now!"

As I spoke, the men advanced, surrounding me.

"Get out of the way!"

Caroline's voice was familiar yet chilling.

She approached, looking down at me disdainfully, her gaze as if I were a piece of garbage.

"Micah, I was thinking about how to tell you the truth without hurting your self-esteem.

"But it seems you already know.

"So be it."

My vision blurred with rage. "What do you mean 'so be it.'? Caroline, explain it to me clearly."

Caroline turned elegantly, exposing her smooth back, and coldly commanded, "Throw him out."

In an instant, I was punched and kicked, the pain igniting my adrenaline as I fought back.

The wealthy boys dared to smash a wine bottle over my head, my blood mingling with tears as my vision faded.

I was dragged out of the box.

Before I lost consciousness, I caught a glimpse of Caroline's gaze.

She was looking at me.

Would she feel heartbroken over my injuries?

Probably not.

My heart felt like it was being sliced open, tears and blood flowing together.

My years of love had finally gone to waste.

I was thrown into the bushes outside the bar, and the rich guys urinated on me as they walked away.

The night wind stung.

It was painfully cold.

I might as well have died like this.