When Jennie Brown pushed open the door to the private room, she overheard a group of people passionately discussing how far a man would go for his first love. “Wiley, it’s your turn now. Tell us something touching you’ve done for Rebekah!” Everyone eagerly chimed in. Jennie froze at the doorway, silently listening. “Rebekah has been sick, and I’ve been helping her find a suitable kidney donor,” Wiley Myers finally spoke after a long silence. He said it so calmly, as if it wasn’t anything shocking, which prompted a wave of dismissive boos from the group. “My current girlfriend is actually the matching donor. Over the years, I’ve finally adjusted all the other parameters to be suitable. Tomorrow I’m bringing Rebekah back to the country to prepare for the kidney transplant.” After a brief silence, the room erupted in gasps. “Mr. Myers, I can’t believe it! The girlfriend you’ve been taking care of all these years was just to save your first love!” “Does your girlfriend know? Is she willing?” “I just need to tell her it’s for me, and she won’t refuse. She’s willing to give up her life for me, so what’s one kidney?” Wiley took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair, speaking with absolute confidence. “What about Jennie? After you cure Rebekah, are you going to break up with Jennie? Isn’t she your sister’s classmate? Would your sister let you get away with this if she found out?” Wiley fell silent. He wondered what to do next. He had never seriously considered what would happen with Jennie. “I need some fresh air.” Jennie recognized Wiley’s voice. She snapped back to reality, her face turning deathly pale, and quickly ran away to avoid being seen. Her face ashen, that conversation echoing in her mind, her thoughts completely blank. Not watching her step, she missed a stair and tumbled down the staircase. Everyone around was horrified and rushed to help her up, but she seemed completely numb to the pain. “Miss, you’re bleeding. Let us take you to the hospital,” the server asked anxiously. Jennie just mechanically shook her head and limped toward the exit. Her wounds hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the betrayal by the person she loved most. “Miss, it’s raining outside. Please take an umbrella, or your wounds might get infected.” The same server had followed her out, offering her an umbrella. Jennie couldn’t bring herself to smile. When she turned her face, it was already covered in tears. The server was startled, thinking she was in too much pain. But she just shook her head in refusal and walked step by step into the pouring rain. In the rain, she seemed to see her nineteen-year-old self. Back then, she was a genius young scriptwriter. Many people were willing to pay top dollar for her scripts, countless admirers flocked to Fayetteville, and some obsessed pursuers even tried to assault her when rejected. Cornered in a dead-end alley, screaming for help, it was Wiley who charged out like a hero, knocked those men down, and grabbed her hand to run for their lives. He was injured while saving her, leaving a long scar on his arm. Jennie fell for Wiley right then. Later, when she learned he was her classmate’s brother, she felt it was destiny. Then one day, Wiley got into a fight, and she rushed in just like he had done for her, taking a bottle meant for him. Glass shattered against her head, blood streaming down, but she gritted her teeth and endured it. Wiley just gave her a complicated look before she passed out in his arms. When she woke up, Wiley said, “Jennie, I can give us a try.” She was overjoyed. She changed all her preferences to match what Wiley liked—keeping her hair long and straight, wearing gentle, obedient clothes. He liked tear moles, so whenever she put on makeup, she would deliberately add one. Wiley said it was incredibly sexy. She took care of his daily life, prepared nutritious lunches. Jennie managed Wiley’s household affairs meticulously, feeling they were just one wedding ceremony away from complete happiness. Until today, hearing the cruel truth, she realized Wiley was with her only to provide a kidney for Rebekah, planning to use her organ to save his true love’s life when the time was right. It turned out that Wiley’s insistence on her getting physical checkups every six months wasn’t out of concern for her health, but to ensure her body data better matched Rebekah’s, preparing for the surgery. She walked in the rain without an umbrella, dazed. Passersby gave her strange looks. Dragging her exhausted body, she made it to her doorstep before finally collapsing. Just then, her phone rang. She hurriedly pulled it out, her first instinct worrying that Wiley couldn’t find her, but seeing the number, she laughed bitterly at herself. She thought, “Jennie, stop flattering yourself. Rebekah is coming back, and as long as you’re alive, Wiley won’t worry about you.” The call was from director Samuel Clark, who had been begging for her help. “Ms. Brown, I know you stopped writing for your boyfriend these past years, but we really need you now. Name your price, and I’ll agree to it.” “For the sake of our past collaboration, please come back. The international jury specifically requested your participation!” Samuel pleaded earnestly. As Jennie recalled Wiley’s conversation and thought about Rebekah’s imminent return, she knew Wiley wouldn’t keep her by his side anymore. She understood that her time as a “donor” was coming to an end. “I’ll think about it. I’ll give you my answer tomorrow.” Two weeks would be enough time for her to leave this place.
“Thank you so much, Ms. Brown. I’ll wait for your call. I really appreciate it.” Samuel repeated his thanks several times with excitement, while Jennie hung up the phone expressionlessly. Shortly after the call ended, Wiley returned. Seeing her sitting on the floor soaking wet, he immediately became angry. “What happened to you? You’re completely soaked! Don’t you know how easy it is to catch a cold like this? Why can’t you learn to take care of yourself?” While scolding her, he hurriedly grabbed a towel to dry her hair. “You need to drink some hot cocoa later, understand? What if you catch a cold!” His tone was both urgent and worried. In the past, Jennie would have been overjoyed hearing these words. But now she knew Wiley wasn’t concerned about her—he was worried that her getting sick might affect the kidney transplant. This type of surgery couldn’t risk the patient catching a cold; even the smallest issue could ruin all their preparations. She remained silent, taking the towel from his hands and drying herself. Seeing her low spirits, Wiley didn’t say anything more and went to the bathroom to shower. By the time he came out, Jennie was already in bed preparing to sleep. He unusually took the initiative to hold her, asking in a low voice, “Jennie, if I had serious kidney disease, would you give me one of your kidneys?” Jennie tensed up, thinking, “Rebekah must be getting worse, that’s why he’s so desperate—he’s even asking me directly now.” She pretended to be surprised, insisting on checking if he was unwell, but Wiley pulled her into his arms. “I’m just asking hypothetically. Would you be willing?” “I’m just glad you’re okay. You nearly scared me to death.” Jennie avoided answering the question. Wiley’s expression immediately changed, his tone growing cold. He released her and turned his back to her. Looking at his cold back, Jennie’s tears silently soaked the sheets. She hadn’t even given her answer, yet he was already upset. She knew if she truly refused to donate her kidney, he probably wouldn’t even look at her again. Meanwhile, Wiley was secretly calculating that if Jennie wasn’t willing, he’d have to proceed without her knowledge. But once the surgery was successful, he could take care of her for the rest of her life. Rebekah’s condition couldn’t wait—he had no choice. They lay together physically but worlds apart mentally, not exchanging another word all night. Early the next morning, Jennie got up as usual to prepare breakfast. Wiley’s phone kept vibrating. Afraid of waking him, she thoughtfully switched it to silent mode. But as soon as she picked up the phone, she saw “Rebekah” flashing on the screen. Her hand trembled as she opened the message. [Wiley, I’m returning with a doctor accompanying me, so you don’t need to pick me up.] [Are you okay? You haven’t responded to my messages, and I’m worried. I want you to be the first person I see when I return. Wiley, I miss you.] Jennie didn’t want to read more and put the phone back. Before she could finish making breakfast, Wiley woke up and stormed into the kitchen, demanding, “Did you touch my phone?” Jennie was extremely nervous. “I… I just didn’t want to wake you, so I put it on silent.” “Do you realize you almost ruined something important? From now on, don’t touch my things without my permission! You’re becoming more and more inconsiderate!” Wiley’s tone was harsh. After gathering his things, he simply said, “I’ll be out of the country for two days,” and left without looking back. Jennie stood in the kitchen, staring at the fried eggs in the pan, her smile more painful than tears. She thought, “He must be anxious about not being able to pick up Rebekah. Otherwise, how could someone usually so composed lose control like this?” She picked up her fork and stuffed both portions of fried eggs into her mouth, chewing with difficulty. She murmured, “Don’t cry, Jennie. Hold it together.” She knew she couldn’t ultimately escape donating her kidney. But she wouldn’t allow herself to actually endure that harm. So she called her assistant, Harper Thomas, asking her to search the global organ donation database for a suitable match. She was willing to pay 100 times the normal price. After arranging everything, she went to meet Samuel. At the café, Samuel and another man had been waiting for some time. Seeing her arrive, Samuel immediately stood up to greet her. “Mr. Clark, why did you bring someone else?” Jennie immediately recognized the other man as an investor and was visibly displeased. Before Samuel could speak, the man introduced himself, “Ms. Brown, I’m Henry Adams, also an investor in this production. When Mr. Clark told me you agreed to be our screenwriter, I was so excited I couldn’t sleep all night. I’ve always admired you and have read almost all your scripts! Please feel free to make any requests—I’ll personally handle all logistics for you.” Henry’s enthusiasm was genuine, so Jennie couldn’t stay angry. She nodded slightly and presented three conditions. “In two weeks, I’ll go to Miami. “I need three months of isolated creative work with only my two assistants accompanying me. No one else is to disturb me. “My whereabouts must remain confidential unless needed for promotional purposes.” Samuel and Henry nodded repeatedly with smiles, indicating there was no problem. Jennie noted her departure date on her phone and then left. Wiley never returned home, nor did he send any messages. She knew he had probably gone to the airport to pick up Rebekah.
Three days later at dawn, Jennie was awakened by an urgent phone ringtone. The screen displayed “Wiley.” As soon as she answered, Wiley’s furious voice filled the entire room. “Jennie, what’s wrong with you? Why are you only answering now? Grab your ID and get to the hospital immediately!” “What happened?” Jennie’s mind went blank. “Stop wasting time! Be at the hospital in ten minutes, or don’t bother coming at all!” The call ended abruptly. She faintly heard doctors and nurses in the background, along with the beeping sounds of emergency medical equipment. She understood—the day Wiley had been waiting for had finally arrived, and now it was her turn to play her part. She immediately called Harper, instructing her to arrange for professionals to deliver the found kidney to the hospital and to dispatch a specialized medical team to take over the surgery, bypassing Wiley’s arrangements. By the time she reached the hospital, half an hour had passed. Wiley, with a grim expression, pulled her directly into the operating room. “Jennie, do you love me?” “Of course.” She looked into Wiley’s eyes and answered with an aching heart. “Then would you make a small sacrifice for me? I need you to undergo a minor procedure to prove your love. Will you do that?” He held her tightly, his tone incredibly gentle. But Jennie felt a bone-chilling coldness. Wiley had transformed her love into a sharp dagger and unhesitatingly plunged it into her heart. How could she not feel the pain? She said nothing more, just quietly lay down. She exchanged a glance with the doctor. This was the team she had ordered Harper to find. Throughout the surgery, she kept watching Rebekah. The seven-hour procedure gradually wore away her love for Wiley… To make Wiley believe Rebekah had received Jennie’s kidney, they were both wheeled out of the operating room simultaneously. Wiley immediately rushed to Rebekah’s bedside, gently caressing her face, repeatedly asking the doctor about her condition, without sparing Jennie a single glance. Jennie laughed bitterly to herself, “I’m just a ‘donor,’ how could I deserve his concern?” A tear slid down her cheek as the nurse silently wheeled her into her room. Her room was separated from Rebekah’s by just one wall. Over the following days, she watched Wiley bustling about, bathing and feeding Rebekah. To cheer her up, he even dressed as a clown and danced, wiggling around in the hallway. When Rebekah sneezed, he frantically called for a nurse. Having known Wiley for so many years, Jennie had always thought he was shy and introverted. She never imagined he could become like this around someone he truly cared for. She stayed in the hospital for a week. Wiley never once visited her, as if she didn’t exist at all. So she completed her discharge paperwork and returned to what was once “home” with Wiley. Jennie stared at her haggard reflection in the mirror, her gaze gradually turning cold. She messaged Wiley saying she wanted to talk, but he never replied. She knew he was busy comforting Rebekah and had no time to check her messages. So Jennie did three things. She quit her job, burned all the love letters she had written to Wiley along with their photos together, and finally, she sold the jewelry they had shared. One evening, Wiley finally came home. He was unshaven but in good spirits, unable to hide his joy. Jennie thought to herself, “Rebekah now has a healthy kidney, so she must have agreed to get back together with Wiley. Wiley, your wish has finally come true. As for me, I only have three days left before I leave.” Wiley, being perceptive, immediately noticed many things missing from the house when he returned home. He also noticed Jennie’s poor complexion, and only then realized that Rebekah had received Jennie’s kidney. He hadn’t checked on her at all these past few days. A wave of guilt washed over him. “Jennie, about the surgery…” He had barely started speaking when Jennie interrupted him. “I sent you many messages that you never answered. I need to talk to you about something.” She wanted to break up. “I’ve been too busy lately. What did you want to say?” “I want to…” Before she could finish, Wiley’s phone rang. It was Rebekah. His tone immediately softened. “Wiley, I owe you and your girlfriend so much for saving me. To thank you both, I’ve arranged a dinner party. You must bring her along.” “That’s not necessary. She was just doing what she should. Don’t worry about it.” “How could I not? Wiley, you absolutely must bring Ms. Brown with you~” Wiley stared at Jennie while on the phone, making her uncomfortable. After hanging up, he commanded, “Get ready. We have dinner plans tonight.” “Can I skip it? I have something important to tell you.” “Whatever it is can wait. Haven’t I told you to go through my secretary for work issues? I’m going to freshen up—you should get ready too. Tonight’s dinner is Rebekah’s way of thanking you specifically. How could you not attend?” His tone left no room for discussion. Jennie pressed her lips together. She thought, “He hasn’t once asked about my health. It’s okay, I still have three days. I’ll find a chance to talk to him.” As soon as they arrived at the party, they heard Rebekah announce: “Whoever drinks the most tonight gets to sleep with me!” The atmosphere instantly chilled. Jennie felt Wiley’s grip nearly crushing her fingers. “Wiley, calm down. You’re hurting me,” she whispered. Wiley abruptly released her hand and stormed toward Rebekah. Jennie clearly saw the red teardrop mole on Rebekah’s face, which made her look as enchanting as a dark elf under the lights. “Rebekah, how could you say something like that!” “What’s wrong? I just love men who can drink!” Rebekah shouted, prompting cheers from the crowd as men stepped forward to drink with her. Despite his alcohol allergy, Wiley didn’t hesitate to approach the row of high-proof liquor, downing glass after glass. Soon, his cheeks flushed and dense red rashes appeared on his skin. He ignored everyone’s warnings and continued drinking. Suddenly, he vomited, soaking his shirt with alcohol. Rebekah’s suitor laughed loudly: “You think you can compete for her with that tolerance? Rebekah is mine!” “I can drink more! Rebekah, I’ll drink the most tonight!” Wiley shoved the man aside and looked pleadingly at Rebekah, desperate to keep her attention on him. His skin was now covered with rashes, and his breathing had become labored. Everyone continued cheering while Rebekah stood by smugly, laughing. Wiley suddenly collapsed, then struggled to get back up. “Rebekah, I didn’t mean to… I’ll keep drinking, I can still…” He grabbed another glass and forced it down, his eyes bloodshot. Jennie stood outside the crowd, her heart breaking. “Rebekah, you know he loves you. Why are you torturing him like this? He could die if this continues!” Rebekah snickered, looking at Jennie: “He’s only with you to donate a kidney to me. Why are you interfering? Today I’ll show you just how much he loves me.” She walked over to the disheveled Wiley. “Wiley, my ex-boyfriend used to let me ride on his back. How can you compare to him?” Wiley looked at her, his cheeks swollen from the allergic reaction. He clutched at Rebekah’s skirt: “Rebekah, I can let you ride on me too. I’ll do anything you say.” With that, he got down on his knees and crawled toward her. Jennie’s heart clenched painfully. For Rebekah, Wiley had abandoned even his basic dignity. “Fine, then carry me around the room and then to my car.” Like a haughty princess, Rebekah grabbed Wiley’s tie with one hand and patted his head with the other, repeatedly shouting, “Giddyup! Giddyup!” Wiley stumbled forward on all fours while Rebekah’s friends raised their phones to livestream and record videos. Jennie clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. Even then, she didn’t step forward to intervene. She knew this was Wiley proving his loyalty, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to interfere. Finally, Wiley knelt outside the car door. Rebekah stepped on his back to climb into her car. As Rebekah’s car drove away, Wiley collapsed on the roadside in the howling wind. Jennie, trembling, called 911 and had him taken to the hospital. Wiley went into shock due to severe allergic reaction, while Rebekah had disappeared. Jennie stayed at the hospital, taking care of him. Earlier, someone had livestreamed the party, capturing Wiley’s drinking contest and him kneeling down. The footage spread online, causing a massive public outcry. Some called him a simp, while others praised him for being deeply in love. Wiley’s sister, Evelyn Myers, was furious. She came to the hospital to find Jennie, and seeing her red, exhausted eyes, hugged her and cried. “Jennie, I’m so sorry. I apologize on behalf of my brother! I’m going to kill Rebekah—how dare she humiliate him like this!” Jennie urged her not to do anything rash. “Right now, Rebekah is the person your brother loves most. Please don’t do anything foolish.” “What about you? Are you really okay with watching him being taken away by someone else?” Evelyn said angrily, “My mom warned him to stay away from that venomous woman Rebekah on her deathbed, but after all these years, he still hasn’t changed!” “Evelyn, thank you for standing up for me. But it’s not necessary anymore. I’m planning to break up with your brother and leave this place to start a new life.” Evelyn felt even worse hearing this. She knew Jennie’s capabilities well and thought Wiley was throwing away a treasure with his own hands. “Jennie, will you cut ties with me too because of my brother?” “Of course not, but you have to promise to keep this between us.” Evelyn nodded firmly. Just then, Wiley woke up. Jennie suggested she go see him, but Evelyn was too angry and swore to cut ties with Wiley. After glancing at him, she turned and left the hospital. When Wiley woke up and saw Jennie by his side, he felt a strange sense of disappointment. “Your fever’s gone down. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? I’ll call the doctor right away.” Jennie felt his forehead, her voice gentle. Wiley noticed she didn’t mention anything about the party incident. He wanted to explain but couldn’t find the words. “I’m fine now. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days.” Noticing her obvious dark circles, he couldn’t help but take her hand. Feeling how cold it was, he asked, “Why are your hands so cold?” Jennie pulled her hand away and said, “It’s nothing. You should eat something first.” She opened a thermal container and arranged the delicate dishes one by one. “Did you make all this?” Wiley’s appetite immediately returned. Jennie had always been a great cook, creating flavors you couldn’t find anywhere else. She nodded. “You’re allergic to alcohol, so I’ve prepared allergy medication for you to carry with you. I’ve also prepared meals for the week in the refrigerator at home. You can just heat them in the microwave.” While Jennie was meticulously explaining everything, Wiley felt an emptiness inside and an inexplicable unease. Looking at the gentle, quiet Jennie before him, various memories flashed through his mind. He remembered her cooking soup for him with her hair tied up, staying up all night to care for him during his allergic reactions, and her stubborn determination when she took the bottle for him. A strong sense of guilt suddenly washed over him. “Jennie, I’ve been really busy lately. Once I’m better, I promise I’ll spend more time with you.” “There’s something I want to discuss with you.” “Go ahead.” “Wiley, I want to…” Once again, Jennie’s words were interrupted. His phone rang—it was Rebekah. Jennie’s eyes darkened when she saw the caller ID. Wiley immediately turned away to answer the call. “Wiley, someone’s trying to kidnap me! I’m at the Velvet Lounge. Come save me, quick!” The call disconnected as soon as she finished speaking. “Hello? Hello?!” Wiley called out several times with no response. He abruptly sat up and yanked the IV needle from the back of his hand, causing blood to immediately drip out. “Wiley, where are you going?!” Jennie knew the call was from Rebekah. “Um, Jennie, something urgent came up. Go home and wait for me. I promise I’ll be with you tonight.” As he spoke, he rushed out of the hospital room and hailed a cab straight to the Velvet Lounge. Jennie smiled bitterly, thinking, “Rebekah truly is his only driving force.” When the doctor came to check on Wiley and saw what had happened, he scolded Jennie harshly. At the doctor’s insistence, Jennie had no choice but to head to the Velvet Lounge as well, to monitor Wiley’s condition. Meanwhile, in a private room at the Velvet Lounge, Rebekah was smoking cigars with a group of people. “Rebekah, do you really think Wiley will come? I heard he went into shock because of you and can’t even get out of bed.” “Yeah, if he doesn’t show up, you better keep your promise—five thousand dollars each!” Rebekah laughed scornfully, “Just wait and see yourselves lose. You’ll owe me a hundred thousand dollars. He deliberately got with another woman just to get me a kidney transplant. He’d do anything for me. He’d even give his life if I asked. Don’t believe me? Just watch!” “Wiley’s here!” Everyone immediately began their performance, and Rebekah quickly had someone set up the livestreaming equipment. She knew well that if this went viral and she became an internet celebrity, money would flow endlessly. Wiley, still in his hospital gown and slippers, kicked the door open. “Wiley, save me!” Wiley saw Rebekah being held at knifepoint and his eyes widened. “Let her go!” The number of viewers in the livestream surged, with excited comments flooding in. “Oh my god, what a devoted man!” “He actually ran out of the hospital to save a woman—he’s completely crazy!” “Mr. Myers looks so handsome when he’s being loyal!” A notification for a “Breaking Livestream” popped up on Jennie’s phone. She was about to dismiss it when she saw Wiley’s name. She froze, suddenly understanding everything. With trembling fingers, she opened the livestream. Sure enough, it was broadcasting Wiley rescuing Rebekah—this was all Rebekah’s deliberate setup. Rebekah was held at knifepoint, crying out to Wiley in terror. Wiley panicked, grabbed a nearby bottle, and rushed forward, only to be tackled to the ground after a few steps. “If you want to save your woman, pay up! She owes us money, and if she doesn’t pay, she’s dead!” “Wiley, I’m so scared! Help me…” Rebekah sobbed, her face filled with panic, acting incredibly convincingly. Viewers in the livestream praised Rebekah’s performance. Wiley growled like a trapped animal, “Let Rebekah go! How much do you need? I’ll get it!” “Ten million dollars! Right now!” Even Wiley was stunned by that figure. He couldn’t possibly produce that much cash, let alone immediately. But watching Rebekah being yanked up, he shouted with reddened eyes, “I’ll pay! I’ll pay! The necklace around my neck is worth ten million dollars. Take it and let her go!” Jennie watched this scene with a sinking heart. That necklace was Wiley’s mother’s keepsake, the only memento she had left him. Wiley didn’t even hesitate before offering it up for Rebekah. The necklace was yanked off, and Rebekah was pushed into Wiley’s arms. They embraced tightly while Rebekah shot a smug look at everyone. Livestream viewers thought the drama was over and began to leave. Seeing the viewership drop, Rebekah quickly signaled with her eyes. Just as the couple was about to leave, they were stopped again, and a dagger was thrown at their feet. “I gave you the necklace! What else do you want?” Wiley shielded Rebekah behind him. Having just been discharged from the hospital, he was still weak, barely standing, yet he persisted. “Think you can just leave? Someone has to pay in blood today!” “You’re going too far! I’m calling the police!” Rebekah, noticing the viewer count rising again, quickly escalated the tension. Suddenly, a slap landed across her face. “You bitch, you owe money and dare threaten us with police? I’ll stab you dead today!” Wiley used all his strength to tackle the man, both falling to the ground. He shakily got up, falling twice before steadying himself. “If I stab myself, will you let her go?” Everyone froze. Wiley looked dead serious, and they all uncertainly glanced at Rebekah. She immediately stepped forward, her face full of anticipation: “Wiley, would you really hurt yourself for me? If a man is willing to die for me, I’ll marry him.” Her words left Wiley delirious. “Rebekah, do you mean it? I’d die for you!” The knife plunged precisely into Wiley’s abdomen, shocking everyone. Rebekah screamed—she never expected Wiley to actually do it. “Rebekah, I know you’re livestreaming…” “Rebekah, keep your promise. I’m willing to die for you, so agree to marry me…” “I’d give you even my life.” As Wiley collapsed, he was still eagerly awaiting Rebekah’s answer. But Rebekah was too shocked to speak. Jennie told her driver to turn around, no longer watching the livestream. She knew Rebekah wouldn’t actually let Wiley die—the police and Myers Villa wouldn’t let her get away with it. She realized she had lost completely. Time and again, Wiley had proven his love for Rebekah with his wounds. Just then, Jennie’s phone rang—it was her alarm, reminding her it was time to leave. She had arranged everything, yet never found the opportunity to break up with Wiley. After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to visit the hospital to formally say goodbye to Wiley, putting an end to this ridiculous and tragic relationship. But as she reached the hospital room door, she saw the two figures embracing tightly. Rebekah leaned against Wiley’s shoulder, looking pitiful as she said, “Wiley, why are you so foolish? I just wanted to test if you truly cared about me. What would I do if something really happened to you? I only kept rejecting your confessions because you had a girlfriend. Why did you need to risk your life to prove your love? I was terrified. Wiley, I love you. Please don’t ever leave me again.” Rebekah’s confession didn’t make Wiley happy. When she mentioned the word “girlfriend,” he suddenly thought of Jennie. He reflected, “She’s always quiet and obedient, never joking about my safety. Even the slightest discomfort feels like a major crisis to her.” Wiley became confused, unsure how to respond to Rebekah. Just then, as he looked up in a daze, he thought he saw Jennie. She stood there expressionless, staring at him with Rebekah in his arms. Wiley panicked instantly, shoving Rebekah away as guilt washed over him. He ran out to chase after Jennie, but there was no sign of her anywhere. He wondered, “Did I imagine it? That day I left Jennie at the hospital, and she didn’t come home on time. Is she angry with me?” He rushed back to the hospital room and checked his phone—no messages from Jennie. He hadn’t been home for a long time, and she hadn’t sent a single greeting. In the past, she would constantly message him with questions; even after just a few hours without contact, she would send dozens of texts. Wiley suddenly felt anxious, as if something was slowly slipping away from him, beyond his control. He couldn’t understand why he felt so unsettled. Rebekah followed him out and grabbed his arm. Wiley forcibly suppressed his anxiety, reassuring himself that the most important person was already by his side. In the end, Jennie never returned to the hospital to say goodbye. She went home, picked up her already packed luggage, and got into Henry’s car to head to the airport. Before boarding, she sent Wiley one final message. [Let’s break up.] [I wish you and Ms. Gallagher eternal happiness. I’m leaving. Don’t expect to see me again.] For years, she had followed Wiley for love, only to lose everything in the end. Now she would start over! After sending the messages, Wiley never replied. She figured he must be too wrapped up in his blissful reunion with Rebekah to care, now that Rebekah had agreed to get back together. The boarding announcement began urging passengers to board. Jennie stared at the empty screen, then finally removed her SIM card and tossed it into the trash… She missed by just one second seeing the frantic messages Wiley was sending… She boarded the plane and gazed at the endless sea of clouds outside her window, slowly closing her eyes. She thought to herself, “Goodbye, Wiley. From now on, my life no longer requires your participation.”
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