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

But no, he was someone else's good lover.

His care for me disappeared on the day Joseline Sampson returned to the counry, without any trace to be found.

As Joseline Sampson returned, it made him feel uncomfortable.

However, no matter how much Sam Smith loved Joseline Sampson, he would never cheat on her.

It was five o'clock in the morning. The rain stopped and the sky was bright.

He hadn't come back yet.

I suddenly lost my confidence.

He must have cheated on me.

I was getting furious. My gums began to bleed, and my body lumps began to appear.

I couldn't tell if it was a tumor or something else bad, and it hurt a lot.

Standing in the bathroom, I stared blankly at myself in the mirror. I became ugly overnight.

I touched my protruding eyeballs.

I didn't seem to recognize this person. Was this myself?

At 10 o'clock, Sam Smith came back.

I took care of my body before he came back. He didn't see anything unusual.

He brought me a cake from my favorite cake shop before.

He came out of the bathroom and held me tightly in his arms.

"Honey, I'm sorry."

My heart skipped a beat.

He rarely called me his wife.

"What's wrong?"

Sam Smith rubbed his head against my neck. "The car broke down last night and I couldn't come back, so I stayed in that hotel. I went to repair the car this morning before I came back. Don't worry, I slept on the carpet."

I pursed my lips. "Ok, I believe you."

People who were about to die would not care about such a clumsy lie, because it was meaningless.

"Next month is our wedding anniversary. Where do you want to go this year?"

"Let's talk about it later."

Suddenly, he lifted my arm and flipped through it. "Why are there bruises on your arm?"

I left his embrace and looked at him.

As expected, he just looked at it and didn't take it to heart at all. "It should be a bump. I'm going to work now. Do you want me to send you a ride?"

I suddenly stopped and turned to look at him calmly.

Sam Smith was puzzled. "What's the matter?"

"Sam Smith, I've given you many chances."

I told you that I'm sick. I asked you to arrange a physical examination for me. You saw that I've lost weight, and you also saw the bruises on my arm.

But you didn't listen to that. You don't care about me, and you don't even care about me.

In the past, as long as I felt any discomfort, you would take me to the hospital for an examination.

But now, there was only Joseline Sampson in your heart.

My dear husband, you're a doctor.

"You didn't even care about the physical condition of your wife, and you even didn’t ask me one more question.

If you do, I'll tell you the truth about my condition.

But you just didn't...”