On My Birthday, My Love Disappeared

For five years, she loved Willie Deleon unconditionally, only to be abandoned on her birthday. After ignoring her desperate calls all day, he finally answers with cold impatience. When she confronts him about the other woman, asking if his new lover is as obedient as she has been, Willie cruelly compares her to a loyal dog. He always believed he could discard her at will. Yet now, as she lies dying, Willie is on his knees beside her bed, desperately begging her to survive.

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Chapter 3

I heard from the hospital staff that it was a medical dispute. My father had accidentally caused the death of a patient on the operating table, and the patient's family pursued him for months, spreading rumors that he was a quack. In the end, just as they wished, he was struck in the head by a ventilator and died.

"In my eyes, Dr. Braun shouldn't have operated the surgery if he didn't have the skill to save lives."

From that day on, my life was shrouded in darkness.

After the SAT exam, I returned home to find my mother lying on the floor, an empty bottle of sleeping pills beside her.

She followed my father to the grave.

I wasn't really surprised. After my father's death, she had lost all hope for life and was seeking an escape. She simply chose to leave after my exams so as not to delay me.

"Annika, remember, your father was a good doctor. He never wronged anyone," she would grasp my arm at night, her eyes vacant, repeating this over and over.

Overnight, I became an orphan. My home was gone, and everyone I loved had died. I had no idea how I endured those three months of summer vacation.

So it was no wonder that on the first day of college when I saw Willie, I rushed over to him with tears in my eyes.

"Willie…" My voice trembled, but just as I uttered his name, he pushed me away.

He straightened his clothes with a hint of disdain, looking at me with such indifference that I almost thought I had mistaken him for someone else.

Had he forgotten me?

"Annika."

He called my name.

I thought he recognized me, and with red-rimmed eyes, I reached out, wanting to share all my grievances and pain.

But I heard him scoff.

His lips curled into a lazy smile, a familiar shadow barely discernible beneath his aloof demeanor. But his words were so harsh. "Annika, as the daughter of a murderer, what right do you have to attend such a good school?"

I was stunned.

The last hope in my heart seemed to disappear, and everything before me grew hazy; his face twisted and wavered in the scorching sun.

For a moment, tears streamed down my face, and I almost leaped off the building.

He was my last hope. How could he utter such hurtful words?

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