Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard) novel Chapter 1

After graduating from college, I dumped my penniless boyfriend and left the country with a trust fund baby.

Two years later, I was dumped. I returned to the country to find out that my ex-boyfriend had been succeeding in his field.

He pulled all sorts of tricks to marry me. Everyone said that he was deeply in love with me and was willing to bury the hatchet, but they did not know that he had been making his way through countless lovers as revenge on me.

He asked me why I did not care or feel jealous about it. With a smile, I looked at him. "I'm already dying anyway. What does it matter?"

…

On our third wedding anniversary, Leonard was setting off fireworks with Lily together on the beach. Curling up on the sofa, I called him again and again.

"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable…" As the robotic female voice rang in my ears again, I blacked out.

I was lying in a hospital bed when I woke up. The doctor, Patrick Price, was hesitant to speak while he looked at me.

Calmly, I asked, "How much longer can I live?"

Patrick tried to comfort me. "There's still hope if you have surgery now and undergo chemotherapy periodically."

Expressionless, I stared at the ceiling. "This is my second relapse."

As my chest throbbed in pain, beads of cold sweat formed on my forehead.

"Ms. Green, there is a new drug that could suppress cancer cells. Each injection costs 50 thousand dollars.

"As long as you use the drug for six months after the surgery..." Patrick suddenly stopped speaking. He knew I could not afford it.

Despite being the wife of Harmon Group's president, I was penniless. If not, I would not have had to delay treatment for my medical condition.

Getting up from the hospital bed, I packed my clothes. "Let's schedule the surgery first."

I should be able to afford the surgery if it was a few thousand dollars. Touching the pendant on my chest, I felt a mixture of emotions.

When I was back in my neighborhood, I went over to thank the neighbor, Agatha Johnson.

She looked at me sympathetically. "What are you thanking me for? You should thank Buddy. I wouldn't have found out that you fainted if it was not for his barking.

"Thank god the ambulance got here in time. You young people need to take better care of your body."

Buddy was the Labrador retriever I had adopted a month after Leonard and I got married. That day, he brought a woman back to our home.

They did not bother to stop what they were doing even after seeing me arrive home. They were so loud that it sounded like they were desperate for me to hear them.

After that, he told me, "If you play with fire, you'll get burned. I begged you so many times back then, but you never looked back. You're getting what you deserve now."

We had a huge fight. Distressed, I left home and happened to see Buddy. Suffering from canine distemper, he was abandoned at the vet's doorstep. The vet complained as he carried the desperate dog inside.

As his hopeless eyes met mine, I felt my heart aching so badly. Just like me, he was already suffering from a serious medical condition and was dying. We had both been abandoned by someone.