Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 6

Watching the two of them leave, I suddenly realized something. No wonder Leonard had never brought Lily back home. He was worried about her having an allergic reaction to Buddy's fur. Anxious, the young nurse wanted to call him back. But I stopped her.

"Ms. Greene, he's your husband, isn't he? That's outrageous!" The nurse was young and had probably just graduated. She was indignant at the situation.

I shook my head. "It's fine. We're getting divorced anyway. If he stayed here, I might die even faster."

It wasn't healthy for women to be angry. I wondered if my cancer had relapsed again because of how much I had been suppressing my anger for the past three years.

After the commotion was over, Patrick started scheduling the surgery. Perhaps feeling a bit guilty toward me, he scheduled the surgery for me first after confirming that my vital signs were barely adequate.

I did not know if Agatha's lucky charm had really worked. Patrick had originally said the chances for the surgery to be a success were low since it was a second relapse, but this surgery went really well. Clearly, using up some of my luck had allowed me to live a little longer. I suddenly felt grateful that Leonard came to upset me today. If he had been too kind to me, I might have died sooner. When I was in the ICU, the amount of pain I felt was excruciating. Although it wasn't my first surgery, it hurt more than the first. Maybe it was because I knew no one cared about me. During my first surgery in Manovia, at least my mother was by my side. I couldn't help but cry at the thought of her. If I had listened to what she said back then, would she have lived a little longer? The nurse who was monitoring me gently wiped my tears and comforted me softly. "The surgery was really successful today. The anesthesia wearing off can make it hurt a bit, but just hang in there." She could not hide the sympathy in her eyes. I could probably guess the reason. I must have become the hospital's celebrity today.

It was not because my head got injured, but because my husband had left with his mistress. He had abandoned his wife who needed surgery for cancer.

But I no longer cared. As long as I could live, there was hope.

thinking about it. The old

phone. Leonard never contacted me. There were no

constantly post things on her WhatsApp moments. She was the center of

so much! Did he actually take her on

to that. While we're toiling away doing strategy planning, she's getting spa treatments by the

enjoying life like her. But no matter how much we're

not mind him cheating on her at

these two were mentioned, everyone would think of me. In their eyes, I was just a poor

be a highly regarded designer in the company as well. And when I first joined the company, they had added me to

know my identity back then. They would include me in anything they did. Now, I bet no one even remembered that I was still

from a business partner. I had not been involved in this project for a few months, so I did not know why he was calling me. However, he started yelling at me the moment I answered the call. "Ms.

answering the phone, and no one from the company is handling it. What about our project then? Who's

more agitated as he spoke. Only then did I realize that Leonard had left behind a lot of

anger before replying weakly, "I'm sorry. I just

acting weak would be the best choice here. Since it was