When I Die, I Will Still Keep You in My Heart

I picked up the cold dishes on the plate and thought about what Joseline Sampson had just said.

Marrying Sam Smith was a blessing?

Did she want to get this blessing?

She would get it, because I was dying.

"After I die, she will have a chance.

That night.

I sat on the sofa and did my work before I resigned, while Sam sat beside me and watched TV with his arms around my waist.

It was raining heavily outside. The bean-sized raindrops hit the window, and the lightning and thunder were a little scary.

He knew that I was afraid of such weather, so he let go of me and closed the curtains.

"Don't be afraid," he said.

I felt warm in his heart.

"I think that even if he doesn't love me, his marriage life for so many years will still make him have some feelings for me, even if it's kinship."

Could I have misunderstood him?

Suddenly, Sam Smith's phone on the coffee table rang. I glanced at it and saw that the caller ID only showed some letters of "Sampson".

I didn't move.

When he came back and saw the caller ID, he looked a little unnatural.

He glanced at me, his fingers hanging above his phone. He didn't know if he should answer the phone or not.

I smiled at him, got up, and walked to the bedroom. "I'm tired. I'm going back to rest."

"Sam."

"It doesn't matter. Pick it up."

I closed the bedroom door and leaned against it, my heart racing.

Because of my illness, I had been getting more and more painful on my head recently.

But at this moment, my heart seemed to hurt even more.

After a while, Sam came in and handed me a glass of water. He looked at me apologetically.

"Zoila Perry..."

I suppressed my discomfort and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Joseline Sampson said that she was driven out by the landlord and has no place to live now."

I was feeling a little angry and asked him: "Are you going to get her here?"

"No, she's not very familiar with this city after returning to the country. I'll take her to a hotel."

As he spoke, he put on his clothes. Seeing that I didn't drink water, he looked up at me and said, "Drink the water."

I didn't.

Before Sam Smith left, he turned to look at me, who was standing at the door of the bedroom, and hesitated.

"Go ahead." I smiled.

Was he looking for a hotel for her? That was ridiculous.

Everything now could be done on the phone now, but how couldn’tJoseline Sampson even book a hotel?

I couldn't be bothered to expose him. Anyway, he wouldn't listen to me.

Besides, I didn't have the strength to argue anymore. I needed to rest.

"Zoila Perry, I..."

"It's okay. Go ahead." I waved my hand. "I'll wait for you to come back."

"I’ll be back to bring you a gift."

Sam Smith pursed his lips and finally went out.

The moment the door was closed, the cup in my hand slipped to the ground.

My hands trembled and I bit my lips tightly.

I couldn't even hold the cup firmly now?

In the next three hours, it was windy and rainy outside the window, and there was only the sound of TV in the room.

I accidentally cut my finger with the broken vase. It was just a small cut, but the blood couldn't stop flowing.

In the latter half of the night, bruises began to appear on my body, and my menstruation was much more than before.

I didn't have much time left now.

At 3:30 a.m., Sam had not come back yet.

I sat quietly on the sofa, thinking about everything that had happened in the past three years.

In the past three years, he had done what a husband should do. He respected me and took care of me. Life was simple and peaceful and happy for us.

He was a good husband, but not a good lover.