The Night Before His Wedding, My Ex Found Out How I Really Died

After the emergency treatment, the doctor came out of the trauma bay and shook his head at Zoe.

“Our department knows Wren’s case well. She’s the one who gave up. She had a last shot. There was a donor lined up, and she refused it, letting an eight-year-old girl have it instead.”

While the doctor was talking, a small girl in a face mask peeked over at us, looking nervous.

“Doctor, is Wren going to be okay?”

Zoe didn’t answer, just reached out and gently smoothed the girl’s hair.

Back in the room, the doctor told me I didn’t have many days left. Whatever I wanted to do, I should do it.

By the time Zoe came in, I was already drifting and saying things that didn’t make sense.

But I could hear myself.

“James.”

“James, please.”

Zoe got it immediately and pressed the phone into my hand. “Wren, you want to call James? I’ll dial.”

He picked up almost right away.

“It’s... it’s Wren.”

Just those two words took everything I had.

Silence on the other end.

Then his voice came through. “Wren? Why are you calling me? Where’s your sugar daddy? You miss me? Regret it now?”

The chill was there, but underneath it, something probing.

I was so weak. My lips trembled, and I couldn’t get anything out.

He spoke again.

“What. Did I hit it on the nose?”

“Wren, I have a girlfriend, and I’m getting married. So even if you do regret it, I’m not coming back. We’re not happening.”

“This is your choice. Isn’t it.”

I felt my mouth pull into a small, weak smile.

“I don’t regret it.”

“Be happy.”

I forced my voice flat and tried to sound okay.

But he caught it instantly.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“Why do you sound like that?”

We’d been apart for two years. This was the first time I’d heard his voice again, and the first time I’d heard him worried about me.

It all hit at once, and tears just spilled.

“It’s nothing.” My voice was hoarse.

“I just had a baby. I’m recovering. It’s the rich guy’s baby.”

Dead silence.

Then, through clenched teeth, “Wren, you are really shameless.”

“Wren, even if you died tomorrow, I wouldn’t blink an eye.”

A sweet, syrupy voice in the background.

“James? Who is that? You sound off.”

He took a breath.

“Nobody. Just some lunatic.”

The line went dead.

My heart sank like a stone.

James, right now, you must be so happy.

Forgive me for lying to you, again and again.

I’m sorry.

When Zoe called back, Sienna picked up.

“Wren. Are you done yet?”

“You walked out on him. Now you’re the one stalking him? Have you no shame?”

Zoe’s voice was urgent. “Put James on. Sienna, Wren is dying. She doesn’t have much time.”

Sienna took a slow breath.

“If I remember correctly, James just said that Wren could die and it would have nothing to do with him.”

“Stop calling. Goodbye.”