My name was Aaron York.
The first time Heather handed me her cancer diagnosis, my mind went blank.
She was only 24. How could she have terminal cancer at such a young age? I couldn’t accept it.
At that moment, Katherine, Heather’s younger sister, handed me another diagnosis, claiming that Heather had stolen it to gain my sympathy, hoping I would forgive her for the death of my parents.
I flew into a rage, slapped Heather, and forced her to kneel in the snow all night.
But no one knew how terrified I was that Heather was the one truly ill. Fear drove me to desperately avoid the truth, so I clung to the belief that she had stolen Katherine’s report.
How hateful Heather was… On our wedding day, she caused the death of my parents.
I should have hated her with all my being, shou
