I Died at the Age of Twenty-seven, When I Loved Him the Most

At 27, I was diagnosed with cancer. My husband let a college girl live in our house. When I arrived at our house, she wore Alexander’s oversized white shirt,the neckline wide open, revealing flashes of her pale skin.

"Alexander…"I rushed home from the hospital,barely managing to call his name before tears streamed down my face.

I was sick—stage four pancreatic cancer.

The doctor told me I had at most a month left to live.Just thinking about it made the tears flow uncontrollably.

Alexander and I hadn’t spoken in ten days,but now I didn’t want to fight anymore.I longed to hold him close.

At 27,my life was already slipping away.I didn’t want to waste my remaining time in a bitter cold war between us.I wanted to say goodbye properly to the man I loved.

When I arrived at our house,I couldn’t find him,but I did see Chelsea emerging from our bedroom.

She wore nothing but Alexander’s oversized white shirt,the neckline wide open,revealing flashes of her pale skin.

I froze.

I couldn’t believe that in just ten days,Chelsea had moved in.

What shocked me even more was how Alexander—who had always been so particular—allowed her into our bedroom,even letting her wear his clothes.

He used to hold me in his arms,whispering that his clothes were meant only for me.He had sworn he’d love me for a lifetime,forever unchanging and faithful.

But here I stood,still alive,and he had already welcomed someone else into our home,into our life.She wore his shirt and walked in his slippers,as if they shared an unbreakable bond while I stood outside,utterly irrelevant.

The fight between us had started because of Chelsea.

That night at the bar,I had seen her sitting on his lap,their lips dangerously close.

He claimed it was just a game.Chelsea had lost a dare,so he had to""help her out.""

I couldn’t understand.I was angry and hoped he’d comfort me,but instead,he accused me of being irrational.

Disappointed,I stormed out and checked into a hotel,thinking he’d come after me.

But ten days passed without a single call.

This morning,I collapsed in excruciating pain while making breakfast.When I woke up,the doctor informed me I was pregnant—and terminally ill.The cancer had spread,making surgery impossible.

Lost in thought,I suddenly heard Chelsea's voice.

“I’m not feeling well.I had surgery to remove polyps from my gallbladder,and it’s been so painful…”

""Alex didn’t want me to stay alone while recovering,so he insisted I move in so he could take care of me.You don’t mind,do you?""

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

Removing gallbladder polyps is a simple procedure.Painful?Maybe.But nothing compared to terminal cancer.

No one was worried about my pain.

For the first time,I seriously considered divorcing Alexander.

“Please let me stay,”Chelsea said,her sweet voice dripping with manipulation.

My stomach churned as another wave of pain hit me.I glared at her and said coldly,""Get out of my house.""

As soon as I spoke,Alexander appeared from the master bedroom,a bathrobe wrapped around him,droplets of water still glistening in his hair.He had just showered.

His disapproving gaze fell on me.“Chelsea helped me through a rough time.She’s sick now and has no family in the city.There’s plenty of space here.What’s the harm in her staying for a few days?Madeline,when did you become so cold-hearted?”

We’d been together for over a decade.Everyone knew how deeply he once loved me.I never imagined he would accuse me of being cold-hearted for the sake of another woman.

Disappointment and agony swallowed me whole,making each breath feel torturous.

I didn’t want to cry in front of someone who had betrayed me.But when I opened my mouth,my voice choked with emotion.“A-Alexander,I’m sick too.”

He paused for a moment,and for a fleeting second,I saw a flicker of concern in his eyes.

But it vanished as quickly as it came.His perfect face turned indifferent,annoyed.

“Do you always have to compete with Chelsea?Are you done being irrational,Madeline?”

So that’s what I was to him—irrational.Even when I told him I was sick.

I stared up at his beautiful,unrecognizable face,memories flooding back to the days after my brother passed.

Alexander was 18 back then.He couldn’t bear to see me sad,so he did everything to make me smile again.

He carried me on his back,running through the spring breeze,holding me under the stars as he made promises.He said he would love me for a thousand years,that he’d never let me be sad.

If he broke his promise,he’d swallow a thousand needles.

But in the end,he did break it.

The vows we made were still fresh in my mind,but the boy who kissed me in the spring wind was gone.

“Madeline,don’t misunderstand.There’s nothing going on between me and Alexander,”Chelsea said,her eyes red,tears perfectly placed on her face.

“The shower in my room is broken.That’s why I used your bathroom.I’ll take my things and go back to the guest room.Don’t worry,I won’t get in the way.”

She turned to leave,and that’s when I saw it—the lingerie scattered across the bed I shared with Alexander.

It wasn’t mine.

I’d always been conservative in my clothing choices,but this lingerie entirely Chelsea’s style.

Even if she only came in to shower,there was no reason to leave her undergarments lying on my bed.

It was clear she hadn’t just used the bathroom.

There was no way Alexander didn’t understand her intentions,but he chose to let her get away with it.

He even seemed to enjoy it.

Crash!

The sharp sound of something breaking pulled me from my thoughts.My eyes snapped to the ground,where my necklace lay shattered.

A flash of malice crossed Chelsea’s face before her innocent expression returned.

“I’m so sorry.I didn’t mean to.I didn’t notice it was on the floor and accidentally stepped on it.I really didn’t mean it.”

I stared at the broken necklace,tears welling up uncontrollably.

It had been a gift from my brother.

When I was 17,I survived a near-fatal car accident that turned my world upside down.My brother,determined to help me heal,had heard about a powerful amulet from a local legend.Without hesitation,he trekked up the steep hill to the old chapel,kneeling to pray at each step.When he returned,he brought me a necklace—a symbol of his unwavering belief that it would protect me on my journey to recovery.

Coincidence or divine intervention,the day after he gave it to me,I woke up from my coma.

Now,standing on the brink of death,that necklace lay shattered.

My brother died a month after giving it to me.He was a firefighter who sacrificed himself to save a little girl.

That girl was Chelsea.

She survived that night because of my brother’s sacrifice,yet her family never thanked him.Her mother even said,“It’s his duty as a firefighter.I won’t be guilt-tripped into gratitude.”

Now,the same girl whose life my brother saved was living in my house,destroying his last gift to me.

That necklace could never be repaired—just like my brother could never be brought back.Just like how I couldn’t escape my fate of dying before 27.

“I didn’t mean it…I’m really sorry…”Chelsea whimpered.

""Get out!""

Hearing her fake sobs,I finally lost control.I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

“Madeline!”

Chelsea was sobbing uncontrollably,feeling like the whole world was against her.

Alexander,clearly worried I might hurt Chelsea again,instinctively pushed me away.

I hadn’t eaten;my stomach and back were in such agony that I could barely stand.The weakness overwhelmed me,and with his strong shove,I stumbled and fell to the ground.

“Madeline…”

Seeing me fall,Alexander finally panicked.

He sent Chelsea out of the room and quickly bent down,wrapping his arms around me gently.

“It’s just a necklace.If it’s broken,we can buy another.Why did you have to hit Chelsea?”He paused,searching my eyes.“Can you just stop?Chelsea helped me when I needed it.Now she’s sick,and I can’t just ignore her.”

I felt more and more like a stranger to Alexander.

My husband seemed to have truly moved on.

He knew that necklace meant everything to me,yet he brushed it off so casually for Chelsea’s sake.

Suddenly,I regretted loving him so much back then.Noticing my silence,he thought I was still angry about what happened that night in the private room.

He tightened his grip and softened his tone,trying to calm me.“That night…I just wanted to help Chelsea.She reminds me so much of you when you were younger.Seeing her with those same beautiful eyes,I couldn’t bear to watch her suffer.”

Sure,Chelsea had a vibrant,youthful face that mirrored mine at seventeen.

But hearing Alexander say that didn’t touch me at all;I couldn’t understand.

I used to laugh when I heard about someone looking for a replacement,but now that it was happening to me,it just felt tragic.

I was still alive—why was he looking for someone else?

“Alexander,you should wait a little longer.”I didn’t like playing games,so after a moment of silence,I spoke with a mix of self-mockery and sorrow.

“I’m not lying to you;I’m sick.I might have a month left.You should wait until I’m gone before moving on with Chelsea.”

“Are you really cursing yourself just to push Chelsea away?”Alexander’s arms around me loosened.

Displeasure and disappointment filled his eyes as he looked at me.“That night,if Chelsea hadn’t warned me about the drink,I could’ve been in real trouble with another woman!She helped me too.Now that she’s sick,what’s wrong with taking care of her?Why do you have to target her?”

I felt like Chelsea had approached him on purpose that night.Even if she did inadvertently help him,he could support her in other ways,like hiring a caregiver or finding a good rehab center.There was no need to bring her home.

The pain in my stomach intensified,and seeing the coldness in Alexander’s eyes made me feel like arguing with him was pointless.

I forced myself to stand up,enduring the sharp pain.“Alexander,let’s get a divorce.”

“What did you just say?”

His hands froze,disbelief written all over his face as if I were being unreasonable.

I spoke calmly,like a still lake,“I said,let’s get a divorce.”"