Three Days Before Goodbye Novel by Chloe Belle _ Novel





Three Days Before Goodbye Chapter 01

"The call about your euthanasia approval was forwarded to my phone."
Marcus’s voice was chillingly cold on the other end. "Why did you make me find you like this?"
In the solitary room, I pressed my nose as blood seeped through my fingers, smearing red across the phone screen. It's the most common symptom of advanced blood cancer.
When my attending physician asked me about my final wishes, I knew I had no chance left.
I told him I didn’t want to die in too much pain.
Then, he helped me get in touch with a Swiss euthanasia organization. They can help cancer patients like me end our lives peacefully.
My fingers shook as I wiped the blood away, staring at Marcus’s name on the screen. I whispered hoarsely, "I’m sorry."
Marcus was silent for a moment. "Isabella, we ended things a year ago."
My vision suddenly blurred.
He was reminding me, but how could it ever slip my mind?
One year ago, during a stormy evening, Marcus had unexpectedly told me we were over.
I had spent the entire night standing outside his door in the rain, hoping to see him.
Finally, a neighbor told me that Marcus had left the country immediately after the call.
Ultimately, he didn’t even leave me an explanation or a farewell.
If it weren’t for this phone call, I figured he wouldn’t have contacted me again.
I stared at the chilly rain beyond the window, as if reliving that moment. My voice caught in my throat.
After a lengthy silence, I finally responded, "I know."
"If you’re planning to end your life, do it far away. There’s no need to inform me," Marcus said icily before hanging up, showing no compassion.
The phone’s dial tone echoed like a drumbeat, pounding in my chest.
I crouched there for a long time, then got up and washed the blood from my face.
As cold water splashed against my skin, the phone rang once more. This time it was from the Swiss euthanasia clinic.
"We’re sorry for reaching out to your emergency contact earlier. We couldn’t reach you at midday."
"It’s okay," I answered tiredly.
I had been on a flight to Switzerland at noon.
"You’ll need the latest medical documentation for euthanasia to proceed. Local examinations in Switzerland are required."
Staring at my pale reflection in the mirror, I murmured, "Got it."
Once I ended the call, I flagged down a taxi to the hospital.
While the car drove down the streets, the majestic Alps stood tall in the distance. This wintry city, once a destination Marcus and I had often fantasized about visiting, had surprisingly become the final stop of my journey.
The test results came back fast—blood cancer with bone metastasis. There was nothing left to do.
Under the sympathetic looks from the doctors, I instinctively tucked the diagnosis into my bag.
Just as I was about to leave, my footsteps abruptly stopped, and my breath hitched.
I never thought I’d see Marcus again!
He stood at the end of the hallway, wearing the coat I’d bought him. A year later, he looked even more self-assured.
His face was as striking as ever, but his gaze was cold and detached.
Each feature had haunted my dreams for a year, waking me with tears.
Now, seeing him again, my vision blurred—memories crashing over me like a tide.
I recalled the 1,530 origami stars Marcus had folded for me, the seven years of unbroken morning and evening greetings, and the time he drove 400 kilometers through a snowstorm just because I said I missed him.
I had believed our love was eternal until the moment he turned his back on me for the first and final time, dismissing my pleas as he departed.
I had once believed that if I tried hard enough, I could eventually erase these memories.
However, the moment Marcus appeared, the pain I’d tried so hard to bury resurfaced, almost overwhelming me.
I bit my lip. The whole country suddenly felt so small.
Marcus noticed me as well. A brief hesitation crossed his face, then he was coming toward me, brow furrowed.
My heart tightened. Before I could say anything, Marcus cut in coldly, "I told you to stay away from me."
His face was icy, his sharp brows making him seem distant.
I gradually clenched my fists. "I’m only here for a physical exam."
"A physical exam?" Marcus replied, clearly unconvinced. "Stop kidding yourself. I told you a year ago. It’s all over. Stop holding on. That’s just pathetic."
My face grew pale.
A year ago, I couldn’t accept the way things ended. I had tried many ways to track him down.
But now, things had changed.
I gazed at Marcus, my throat tightening. Before I could utter a word, a voice interrupted.
"Marcus."
I froze as a woman walked up and slipped her arm through Marcus’s.
The woman looked at me briefly and then turned to Marcus with a smile. "Marcus, who is this?"
She didn’t recognize me, although I was familiar with her.
She was Laura Meane, Marcus’s girlfriend.
Marcus’s lips twitched slightly. "She’s…"
"Neighbor," I interrupted softly, saying, "We used to be neighbors."
Marcus hesitated, his eyes growing darker. But he remained silent.
Laura smiled and stepped closer, extending her hand. "Hi, I’m Marcus’s fiancée."
She emphasized the word "fiancée".
I dropped my gaze and spotted a ring adorning Laura’s finger.
The pink diamond sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight, piercing my eyes with its radiance.
I exclaimed, "You’re engaged?"
Laura beamed. "Yes, Marcus proposed to me last month."
"Oh… congrats."
I glanced at Marcus, trying to sound casual. "When’s the big day?"
Marcus observed me briefly before stating, "July 1st."
I was paralyzed, as if a sharp blade had pierced my heart.
My smile vanished completely.
July 1st.
That was the date of my euthanasia.

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