They All 'Died' for Her? With Terminal Cancer, I'm Done Playing their Games - Chapter 117: Chapter 117
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Soon, I realized that the secret involving Lena was not one-sided.
It was a love that had ended without resolution.
After Cody’s death, I discovered the secret he had kept hidden for many years in his belongings.
He had an online storage account, named "Two Trees Become a Forest."
Inside, there were every photo from high school of him and Lena — whether group photos or pictures from the sports day with the two of them together.
Even in the background of those solo pictures, Lena was always there.
He had liked Lena for ten years.
In school, he liked her small rebellions, liked how she would sometimes pull him out of his monotonous life.
Even after coming to New York, he had secretly kept track of her, secretly sending her money, but never daring to overstep the line.
Lena once sent him a long voice message, crying, asking Cody whether he loved her.
His reply was, "Sorry, I’m married."
But he avoided answering her question.
In the face of the responsibility of marriage and family, this love was both restrained and intense.
Finally, after hearing the news of Lena’s death, his feelings poured out.
The day of the accident, Cody had sent a few messages to an unknown number, "I’ve missed you for these ten years, and my life has been as numb as an endless cold."
"I’ve been a coward, always thinking I could just get by in life, but now I regret it."
"Lena, I’m coming to find you."
When the heartbreak came, it was like wood splitting, cracking all the way down along the grain, making a loud, sharp sound in the silent air.
For ten years, he had hidden his love for Lena deep inside. And what was I to him?
I had once been the envy of many, with a bright future ahead of me.
But I followed him to a strange city, helped him with his business, endured countless sleepless nights.
His mother demanded that we get married and have children after graduation, so I gave up my opportunity for further study.
He wanted a child, even though my body was incapable of bearing one. I stubbornly endured injections and medication, trying to conceive.
For him, I gave up my career and dreams, left my family and friends, and became a housewife bound by the mundane life of daily chores.
Yet, he was always indifferent. For years, he never said a word of love.
Even at our wedding vows, all he said was, "Since I married you, I’ll take responsibility."
At that time, I thought he didn’t understand romance.
It turned out he simply didn’t love me.
After recalling everything, my vision blurred with tears.
As I trembled and exited the phone screen, I received a call from Cody's mother.
"Annabell, you heartless woman, you killed my son. How am I supposed to live now?" Her harsh and sharp voice was unbearably grating.
I strained my dry throat, not knowing where to begin to explain.
Cody’s mother had never liked me.
"If I had known you had bad intentions, I should never have let you into this family!" she shouted angrily.
"Let me tell you, even though my son is gone, I won’t let you get a penny from him. Cody will be raised by our family!"
Cody had gone to find his Lena.
But I, under the name of marriage, was trapped in this airless prison, stuck in endless quarrels.
After hanging up, her last words rang out, cold and fierce, "You have no job, no income. Sam will suffer if he stays with you. I’m coming to take him this afternoon!"
The world fell into silence for a moment, and Samson, who had been sleeping beside me, suddenly woke and began to scream.
He cried fiercely, his face turning purple, no matter how I tried to comfort him.
I mechanically tried to soothe him back to sleep, suddenly feeling so tired.
Really, so tired.
Once, I had so many dreams. How did I end up here?
The sharp cries were like knives, continuously stabbing at my eardrums, a deep, unbearable pain in my chest.
I felt cold sweat break out all over my body, and I could hardly lift my hand to pat Samson.
Finally, the world went black, and I fainted.
When I opened my eyes again, the school bell rang.
The sound seemed to come from a century ago.
It was a love that had ended without resolution.
After Cody’s death, I discovered the secret he had kept hidden for many years in his belongings.
He had an online storage account, named "Two Trees Become a Forest."
Inside, there were every photo from high school of him and Lena — whether group photos or pictures from the sports day with the two of them together.
Even in the background of those solo pictures, Lena was always there.
He had liked Lena for ten years.
In school, he liked her small rebellions, liked how she would sometimes pull him out of his monotonous life.
Even after coming to New York, he had secretly kept track of her, secretly sending her money, but never daring to overstep the line.
Lena once sent him a long voice message, crying, asking Cody whether he loved her.
His reply was, "Sorry, I’m married."
But he avoided answering her question.
In the face of the responsibility of marriage and family, this love was both restrained and intense.
Finally, after hearing the news of Lena’s death, his feelings poured out.
The day of the accident, Cody had sent a few messages to an unknown number, "I’ve missed you for these ten years, and my life has been as numb as an endless cold."
"I’ve been a coward, always thinking I could just get by in life, but now I regret it."
"Lena, I’m coming to find you."
When the heartbreak came, it was like wood splitting, cracking all the way down along the grain, making a loud, sharp sound in the silent air.
For ten years, he had hidden his love for Lena deep inside. And what was I to him?
I had once been the envy of many, with a bright future ahead of me.
But I followed him to a strange city, helped him with his business, endured countless sleepless nights.
His mother demanded that we get married and have children after graduation, so I gave up my opportunity for further study.
He wanted a child, even though my body was incapable of bearing one. I stubbornly endured injections and medication, trying to conceive.
For him, I gave up my career and dreams, left my family and friends, and became a housewife bound by the mundane life of daily chores.
Yet, he was always indifferent. For years, he never said a word of love.
Even at our wedding vows, all he said was, "Since I married you, I’ll take responsibility."
At that time, I thought he didn’t understand romance.
It turned out he simply didn’t love me.
After recalling everything, my vision blurred with tears.
As I trembled and exited the phone screen, I received a call from Cody's mother.
"Annabell, you heartless woman, you killed my son. How am I supposed to live now?" Her harsh and sharp voice was unbearably grating.
I strained my dry throat, not knowing where to begin to explain.
Cody’s mother had never liked me.
"If I had known you had bad intentions, I should never have let you into this family!" she shouted angrily.
"Let me tell you, even though my son is gone, I won’t let you get a penny from him. Cody will be raised by our family!"
Cody had gone to find his Lena.
But I, under the name of marriage, was trapped in this airless prison, stuck in endless quarrels.
After hanging up, her last words rang out, cold and fierce, "You have no job, no income. Sam will suffer if he stays with you. I’m coming to take him this afternoon!"
The world fell into silence for a moment, and Samson, who had been sleeping beside me, suddenly woke and began to scream.
He cried fiercely, his face turning purple, no matter how I tried to comfort him.
I mechanically tried to soothe him back to sleep, suddenly feeling so tired.
Really, so tired.
Once, I had so many dreams. How did I end up here?
The sharp cries were like knives, continuously stabbing at my eardrums, a deep, unbearable pain in my chest.
I felt cold sweat break out all over my body, and I could hardly lift my hand to pat Samson.
Finally, the world went black, and I fainted.
When I opened my eyes again, the school bell rang.
The sound seemed to come from a century ago.
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