Chapter 2My Dying Gift: A VLOG of Revenge

The stomach bleeding today wasn't a coincidence. A week ago, I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, with barely three months to live – the memory still vivid.

I remember it was our third wedding anniversary. I was sitting alone in the hospital corridor, the sweat on my hands dampening the diagnostic report. My legs felt like jelly; I tried to stand several times but couldn't. My taut heart was slowly torn to shreds when Sera finally answered on the tenth call.

"Myles! Are you sick or something?"

"Just because you're bored to death doesn't mean everyone else isn't busy, does it?"

She actually got it right. I was sick, and critically so. A man's voice in the background made the words I wanted to spill catch in my throat.

"Sera! I knew you'd come!"

"You must miss me, right?"

Sera's laughter echoed from the other end, followed by an abrupt hang-up.

This wasn't the first time.

The first time Sera stood me up was to pick up Leo from the airport.

The first time she hit me was because Leo broke my architectural model.

My initial shock had gradually evolved into indifference.

The searing pain in my chest had now become a dull throb.

More than once, I made excuses for her, telling myself it was all because Leo was her adopted brother, and she was helpless. But eventually, I had to face the truth: she wasn't helpless; she was willing.

Sera saw me as a temporary distraction when Leo wasn't around, trampling on my dignity and my feelings. So I decided to make her taste the agony of unrequited love, to force her to fall for me, to make me unforgettable. If she wouldn't see me, I would become the thorn buried deep in her heart. Alive, I'd cause her constant pain. Dead, I'd make her wish she were dead.

I recorded three videos, determined to give Sera a grand parting gift.