A Resemblance to Sophie

On the seventh anniversary of our secret marriage, the actor James gave the script that I had been polishing for three years to my sister Sophie.

And made me do some cheesy movie of myself doing yoga on the back of an alligator in lace underwear.

The crocodile drug was not enough, and I was immediately surrounded and bitten by three adult crocodiles.

James jumped into the pool madly to save me and was bitten on the hand.

I was pushed into the ambulance covered in blood, my life was in danger.

Margaret, who depended on me for everything, bandaged James and cried:

"We are destroying Laura's legs just to let Sophie win the award. Isn't that too much? If Laura dies like this, I won't live anymore."

James held my hand tightly and comforted Margaret: "There are still many opportunities to make it up to Laura, but Sophie only has one month to live."

"Only by destroying Laura, the hot candidate, can Sophie win the Global Film Festival Award and fulfill her last wish."

"Mom, don't worry. Even if Laura loses her legs, I will treat her well for the rest of her life, and she will forgive us when the time comes."

I'm clearly numb, but my heart still aches.

I also want to know how they can make it up to me, but I don't have the chance.

Because the one who was sick was not her, but me.

Every day that they all revolved around Sophie, I was silently counting down to my death.

……

When I woke up, James grabbed my hand excitedly.

Margaret wiped away tears with red eyes.

I wanted to turn around, but I couldn't move.

The quilt covering him slipped off as he struggled.

Sophie looked at me, screamed loudly, and then fainted on the sofa.

James and Margaret rushed to hug her.

Only then did I see that my legs were cut off at the thighs, leaving only two empty trouser legs tied in a knot.

In the reflection on the TV, a scar as winding as a centipede covered half of my head.

After Sophie fainted, Margaret's expression changed immediately.

She turned her head to look at me, pointing at me and cursing angrily and helplessly.

"Why are you lifting the quilt for no reason?"

"My Sophie was frightened by your bloody appearance when you were admitted to the hospital, and now your broken leg has frightened her to death again. I don't know what you are thinking?"

I lowered my head, like a child who had done something wrong, with tears welling up in my eyes.

James patted my shoulder gently and prepared to get up and take Sophie to see the doctor.

In seven years of marriage, I have never asked him for anything.

But now, when I close my eyes, I see the crocodile rushing towards me with its bloody mouth wide open.

I held his hand tightly and cried:

"James, can you please stay with me? I'm so scared."

James patted my hands.

"Be good Laura. I'll have plenty of time to spend with you in the future."

"But Sophie is different. She only has this month. We have to take good care of her. If we miss it, it will be gone forever."

Then he used force to pry open my fingers one by one, picked up Sophie and rushed to find a doctor.

I couldn't help crying out loud.

Sophie is his good friend.

She fainted from fright and needs someone to accompany her.

And I am just his wife who has shared the good and bad times with him for seven years.

He was just in the late stage of pancreatic cancer, his two legs were bitten off, and he had just come back from the gates of hell. He didn't need anyone to accompany him.

I originally thought that since I was obedient, sensible and hardworking, there would always be someone who loved me.

But I didn't expect that no matter how hard I tried, it was useless.

Just like before.

Seven years ago, I was banned because I was dissatisfied with the director's unspoken rules.

The pressure was so great that she shaved her head and prepared to marry her fiancé, who was also a child actor.