Chapter 2The Heir's Secret Obsession: He Played It Cold, But Begged Me Not to Leave

Our breakup was incredibly ugly.

Oliver had escaped from the hospital to see me.

Even though he was severely ill, he cooked an entire table of food for me.

I don't know where he heard it from, but he believed the saying, "The way to a woman's heart is through her stomach."

But I always forgot to tell him that his cooking was genuinely terrible.

All the food went straight into the trash.

"Oliver, here are your keys. Don't come back."

The IV catheter was still taped to the back of his hand.

He tried to grab my hand, but I dodged him.

Oliver was never known for his good temper, but at that moment, he forced a smile. "Lily, please. Let's not break up, okay?"

My response was a long, agonizing silence.

"Lily, I know I have a bad temper and I get jealous easily. I'll change.

"From now on, you can wear whatever you want. You can go wherever you want, hang out with whoever you want. I won't interfere."

A knock sounded at the door. I turned and opened it.

Four or five burly bodyguards immediately swarmed in and pinned Oliver down.

"Lily, you actually called my mother's security team!"

Oliver's face paled instantly. His breathing grew rapid and ragged as he gasped for air.

He was having an asthma attack.

Out of habit, I reached for his pocket, but he didn't have his inhaler.

Taking advantage of my movement, Oliver gripped the hem of my shirt like a lifeline. Between violent gasps, he looked up at me.

His hair was a mess across his forehead, and his beautiful, fox-like eyes were bloodshot and filled with moisture.

He looked utterly defeated.

He gasped, "Lily, if you think we're breaking up... there's no way in hell! I do not agree!"

I pried his fingers off my shirt, turned my face away, and delivered my final, merciless blow.

"Oliver, even if you die right here, we are breaking up."

Oliver was dragged away by the bodyguards.

A few days later, my mother jumped off the roof of the hospital.

There was no funeral.

I took her ashes and left the country.

It had been three years.