During his lucid moments, he sold his assets
and established a leukemia foundation.
His pain and illness aged him rapidly.
At thirty–four, he was already gray–haired. One snowy night, preparing to commit
suicide, he received a call from the hospital.
Sarah’s unborn child’s blood had been
preserved, and a treatment had been
developed.
He was stunned. When the hospital asked if he would donate it, he kicked over the coals. He agreed, giving her life a final meaning. The child was saved.
Ethan saw it as his redemption, seeing this child as a reincarnation. He’d whisper:
“If my child lived, would he be this healthy?” The child’s growth was his release.
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Willow’s body was found. The online “body
shaming” was intense.
Someone threw sulfuric acid, destroying her
face.
Ethan, upon hearing this, breathed a sigh of
relief.
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Sarah, your revenge is complete.”
“Are you still angry?”
A servant shook their head. He’d been talking
to the air for years.
“If I were Madam, I wouldn’t forgive him.”
“It’s useless. Men only appreciate things
when they’re gone.”
Ethan laughed bitterly. They were right. He
didn’t deserve forgiveness.
He didn’t deserve it.
He’d lost the woman he loved, only realizing it
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after her death. He would never atone for
hurting her.
- 10.
That night, he held the sonogram and died, a
smile on his face.
No will, no belongings.
He was found cold the next morning. No
family attended his funeral.
The foundation announced his death. Families
he’d helped came to pay their respects.
Some said he was a good man, saving their
families.
Others called him a villain, atoning for his own
sins.
His grave was beneath hers. He’d requested
- it. He didn’t deserve to be with her, only to
shield her from falling blossoms.
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His grave was visited briefly.
The last visitor was the girl whose life he
saved.
She looked like Sarah.
After the visit, she saw Sarah’s headstone.
“Mom, that lady looks like us!”
“She saved your life.”
Every year, she brought climbing roses to
Sarah’s grave.
Years later, moss covered Ethan’s name. Tall
pines surrounded Sarah’s grave.
Seven years later, the girl was an adult.
She wiped their headstones, looking at the
clean stone.
“Aunt Sarah, I got into medical school.”
A light rain started. Her mother hurried over
with an umbrella.
The moonlight chong on the rocos
on the roons vibrant
Join the bookshelf
I all
pines surrounded Sarah’s grave.
Seven years later, the girl was an adult.
She wiped their headstones, looking at the
clean stone.
“Aunt Sarah, I got into medical school.”
A light rain started. Her mother hurried over with an umbrella.
The moonlight shone on the roses, vibrant and beautiful.
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