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Drowning In The Deep Sea Chapter 01

I had cancer, but I never told my boyfriend.
He'd once given up his dream college for me.
Yet, in the car crash, he'd left me—bleeding and hurt—to run nervously toward another woman.
I died on the very day he was setting off fireworks abroad with his female secretary.
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I was diagnosed with brain cancer.
The same day, Alexander Miller proposed.
My mind went blank. For a second, I wondered if he somehow knew.
I hesitated for barely thirty seconds, but that was enough for him. He stood up, pocketed the ring, and swept a look at me, his eyes now devoid of any warmth.
"It was my parents' idea. If you're not interested, forget it."
I felt a wave of relief.
Of course.
He loved teasing me.
He probably thought I had played the "parents card" again to force his hand.
So he'd proposed just to humiliate me.
I quietly lowered the hand I'd almost reached out with and smiled at him, "What if I said yes? Would you really marry me?"
He met my eyes and said nothing.
That silence was louder than any answer.
It hurt, honestly.
"Think carefully," I said with a deliberate huff, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. "If you miss this chance, you might never get to marry me."
Alexander didn't take my words seriously. He hung his jacket over the back of the sofa, a faint smirk on his lips. "You really think that day will come?"
He always saw things coming.
And he was right. I wouldn't live to see it.
That night, I sat propped against the headboard, lost in thought.
Alexander shut his laptop, briefly closed his eyes to ease the strain, then got up. He lifted the blanket and slid into bed.
As usual, he lay with his back to me, a whole pillow's width between us.
Sleeping habits didn't lie.
We'd been together eight years, and he still wasn't used to sharing a bed with me.
I never had much shame when it came to him. Even though he didn't want me close, I'd wait until he fell asleep, then nudge closer until I was flush against his back, my hands locked around his waist.
Truth was, I'd even begged for our first time.
I was twenty back then.
I still remembered—it was pouring that day.
Rain hammered against the window, the air chilling and damp.
I took off my light jacket and walked slowly toward him...
Then I hugged him.
He stood completely still.
For the first time, I realized how lean his waist felt under that white shirt.
Unlike me, his skin was warm, almost burning.
Trembling with shame, I was sure that if he pushed me away, I'd die of humiliation right there.
I looked up and forced a smile, but tears blurred my vision.
No one knew how terrified I was if he were to say words like "shameless," "cheap," or "disgusting."
I was just twenty, barely an adult. I had the nerve to be reckless, but not the strength to face the consequences.
Alexander stared down at me coldly.
I thought he'd shove me away any second.
With shaking hands, I fumbled with his buttons, my legs barely holding me up.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
My lips quivered, and I couldn't form a single word.
He lowered his head and kissed me. The bitter taste of tears mixed between us. "You're terrible at seducing... You little fool."
I caught a faint whiff of alcohol.
His girlfriend had just left him for someone else. He wasn't in a good mood.
I took advantage of that moment. And from then on, he was stuck with me—for good.
In the dark, I stared at the faint outline of the ceiling lamp.
Maybe because I was dying, I felt strangely calm.
The man I'd spent my best years pursuing, the relationship that I'd once bled for—none of it now seemed as important as seeing tomorrow's sun.

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