I Had to Die for You to Finally Love Me

After saying that, I pulled out the IV needle and walked out of the hospital.

Of course, it wasn't fine. It wasn't fine at all.

The pain was killing me.

My heart hurts, my body hurts.

But with not a single cent to my name, how could I dare stay in the hospital any longer?

No matter how sad or how painful it was, I just had to endure it.

I could endure it. But what about Lucky?

Pancreatitis was agonizing. And he was such a tiny little dog. He couldn't bear it.

I still remember the first time I met him.

He was a stray himself—skinny, shivering. But when he saw me sleeping under the overpass, he dragged his own little cardboard box over and pushed it toward me.

After that... he never left even though I tried to chase him away countless times.

Because someone like me—who could barely feed myself—how could I dare take care of a dog? But no matter how many times I chased him off, he would always follow behind me quietly.

When I woke up early to deliver milk, he would crawl up with sleepy eyes and see me off.

When I worked night shifts, he would sneak along beside me, keeping watch.

There was one night I got off too late. Two drunken thugs saw me walking alone and tried to harass me.

Lucky went crazy—charging at them and scaring them off. He didn't even care that he got kicked twice.

No one had ever loved me so unconditionally. It took only a moment for me to decide I would keep him. But Lucky wasn't healthy either.

When I was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer, I wanted to find him a new owner.

I thought, if I could entrust him to someone good... then I could leave this world without regrets.

But then he suddenly developed pancreatitis.

And sick dogs... no one wanted them.

The adopter who had already agreed refused to take him.

So I worked desperately, trying to earn enough money to treat him.

I thought—after he recovered, I could give him away. But now, even that hope had been taken from me by Logan.

If he wanted to force me to death, that was fine. But he also wanted to kill my Lucky.

For what?

Was it just because, when I was young and foolish, I dared to love him? Did that mean I deserved all of this?

Even if I had offended him, I could pay with my life.

But Lucky... I would never let him suffer for my mistakes.

I decided to confront Logan and put an end to this.