My Girlfriend Got Cancer, But I Dumped Her

My girlfriend had cancer.

To raise one million dollars for her treatment, I took on five jobs, barely getting five hours of sleep each night.

I even sold the house my parents left me and emptied our family savings.

After raising the money, I caught her drinking with another man at the bar where I worked.

That's when I realized I had been scammed. She didn't have cancer and was the daughter of the Wilson Group.

And she used my hard-earned money to support others.

For her, our relationship was just for fun.

But to me, she was everything in my life.

As I worked tirelessly for her treatment, my health deteriorated, and I began coughing up blood. The doctor warned me I might have only a week left.

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I pursued Caroline for three years and eventually won her heart.

She was beautiful and stylish, had a sweet voice, and was an excellent cook.

During her school years, she had many admirers, with some joking that the line of suitors was as long as the university next door.

However, her troubled childhood left her yearning for family love, relying solely on her younger brother.

This background and life's burdens deterred many suitors but allowed me to draw closer to her.

We lived together for five years.

Most of her earnings supported her brother's education, while I covered the rent, utilities, and daily expenses.

I also made sure to give her gifts during holidays, like perfume and bags.

Despite the financial strain, I felt delighted.

She often apologized, saying, "Honey, I'm sorry, but my brother's tuition is high, and I can't ignore it."

I reassured her, "Don't worry. After we get married, your brother will be my family too, and caring for him is only right."

She always responded gratefully, "Thank you, honey."

Sometimes, after we shared a tender moment, she would express a hint of sadness, asking, "Honey, if I'm not around one day, will you come to me?"

I would caress her cheek and gently reply, "I will find you wherever you are."

She said, "We will be together forever, even in death, lying in the same grave."

I replied, "Of course, not only in the afterlife but even in reincarnation."

She would suddenly freeze and shake her head, "No, honey, that would make us siblings."

I said, "Then I will love you like a brother and never let you marry anyone else."

Moved to tears, she hugged me tightly, sobbing softly.

Later, she playfully left a mark on my neck, which could not be washed off.

It was kind of a symbol of our happiness.

I thought these simple, beautiful days would last forever.

But fate shattered our tranquility with a sick note.

She fainted in the kitchen while preparing dinner for me.

When I rushed her to the hospital, the diagnosis was terminal cancer.

Her life was now on a countdown.