“Theo, tell me, please! Otherwise, I’d rather die on the operating table than endure this agony! I love


    you so much. You’re my life. I can’t go on without you! I really don’t want to wait anymore. Let me


    die, and don’t give me surgery!”


    Theodore couldn’t bear to see Cynthia in so much pain. “Cindy, please don’t say that. You’ll


    definitely get better.”


    “I won’t get better, Theo. If this is how I have to live, I’d rather die. I don’t want to live like this


    anymore. Let me leave this world! If I can’t be your wife in this life, what’s the point of living?”


    Cynthia struggled desperately on the bed, her breathing growing increasingly unstable. She was


    almost unable to catch her breath.


    “I’ll marry you! As long as youe out safely from the operating room, you’ll be Mrs. Spencer!”


    Theodore dered firmly.


    “Really?” Cynthia looked at him incredulously, hope shining in her eyes. “Will you really marry me?


    Do I not have to wait anymore?”


    “I won’t make you wait anymore, Cindy. You mustn’t give up. As my wife, how could you give up so


    easily? Right?”


    Theodore’s eyes were filled with endless tenderness, as if only


    Cynthia mattered in his world.


    Overwhelmed with joy, Cynthia cried, “Theo, I won’t give up! As long as you marry me, I’ll have


    hope. You promised me, okay? You can’t go back on your word! If you do, I really can’t go on.”


    “I won’t go back on my word. Can the doctors take you to the operating room now? I’ll wait for you


    at the door. I won’t move an inch. You’ll see me when you wake up.”


    * JS BONUS


    His gaze was more determined than ever.


    Cynthia nodded. Their tightly held hands gradually loosened as the medical staff pushed her


    towards the operating room.


    Theodore escorted her all the way. As he watched the door of the operating room close, he stepped


    back. He leaned against the wall, sighing deeply, his face filled with despair.


    Rosalie stood nearby. Seeing this scene, she could feel that her soul had been lost. Her mind was


    empty, and she felt physically weak.


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    Theodore’s words echoed in her ears.


    “As long as youe out safely from the operating room, you’ll be Mrs. Spencer!”


    “As my wife, how could you give up so easily?”


    Rosalie’s face was nk, but inside, she wasughing bitterly.


    Cynthia was Theodore’s wife… Then, what about Rosalie?


    She was the wife he legally married!


    It seemed Theodore never truly regarded her as his wife. In his heart, only Cynthia ever mattered!


    Rosalie wasn’t his wife–she was a joke. She was a tool, used to cate the Spencers between him


    and Cynthia.


    All along, Theodore kept loving Cynthia in his heart. And Rosalie? She was


    just a tool he used and discarded when he was done.


    Rosalie understood now–loud and clear.


    Cynthia was Theodore’s world. She was his everything. She could make him give up everything,


    even his own wife and child.


    Rosalie turned away, leaving in abject dejection.


    Standing at the hospital entrance, the rain poured harder and harder. There were many cars parked


    outside, but Rosalie suddenly couldn’t distinguish which one was hers.


    She stood there in the cold rain, not knowing how long she had been standing. Her pale face was


    devoid of color.


    Suddenly, everything went blurry.


    She fell to the ground, and passed out.