I stared at my phone in my hand blankly, and tears rolled down my face.

I didn't touch the ingredients after I entered the door and put them down.

Pulling my knees up to my chest, I sat on the sofa all night.

I was powerless and felt like crying.

The next afternoon, I woke up and threw away the rotten seafood and meat. I put the kettle on and cooked some oatmeal. After the meal, I started to make a travel plan.

I checked my phone from time to time.

I still didn't receive any message or phone call from Nathan.

After checking my phone countless times, I suddenly put down the pen in my hand.

Looking down at my notebook filled with words, I took a deep breath.

The bright sunlight outside the window shone through the sheer curtains, heating up the room, and the cicadas were very noisy in the afternoon.

I lowered my head and covered my tearful eyes.

Why am I crying?

Didn't he say he was busy?

He will come to me after he finishes his work. I just need to wait a little longer.

Just wait a little longer.

But I waited for three more days.

I still didn't receive any message or call from him.

I couldn't just wait anymore.

I put on my favorite dress, put on makeup, did my hair, and came to Nathan.

I wanted to ask him why he kept ignoring me.

But when I saw the beautiful and elegant lady by his side, all my resentment instantly disappeared.

My heart ached, and my hands trembled. I looked at Nathan with a smile. "Who is this lady?"

Nathan didn't say anything.

The beautiful lady answered.

"I am Nathan Garcia's fiancée. My name is Grace Hill."

I finally realized that it was not my Nathan but Nathan Garcia.

Nathan didn't remember anything in the first place. He could only vaguely remember his first name Nathan, so I always called him Nathan.

The first thing he said after recovering his memory was to get married to me.

But now he ignored me and got engaged to someone else.

My eyes were moist and I stared hard at him. "Is it true?"

His eyelashes fluttered. "My parents arranged this marriage for me a long time ago."

There was a long silence.

I knew he had no intention of saying anything else.

I stood up. "I see, goodbye."

After saying that, I no longer looked at his face and left.

After returning home, I started to book tickets and pack my luggage.

I could travel without Nathan.

I went to the grassland in Boston with my luggage.

Cows and sheep leisurely grazed on the boundless grassland.

The sky was cloudless and reflected in the water puddles on the grassland.

Suddenly, I became extremely calm.

Actually, it was also great, wasn't it?

I had nothing and no one in the first place, and I was lucky to have Nathan by my side for three years.

It was great now. At least I would neither cry nor miss this world because of him.

It was good both for him and me.

My stomach hurt more often, but fortunately, I got painkillers.

But I realized that I might not be able to visit all the places I wanted to go.

I was in so much pain and so scared.

I stayed in Boston for a week.

The medicine was no longer effective, so I had to go back to Alabama to see a doctor.

After coming out of the hospital, I felt extremely calm.

Maybe because no one in this world cared about me, so I felt like it didn't matter if I died.

I even wondered how long I would live.

The doctor said that the medicine he prescribed wouldn't last long, so I might need to rest at home.

Then I would visit another place.

After the trip, I would quietly wait to die at home.

My flight would leave at 6 o'clock in the evening.

After I finished lunch, Nathan, who hadn't contacted me for half a month, called me.

After hesitating for a moment, I still answered the call.

He asked me to meet up. Thinking that this might be our last meeting, I decided to go.

His cheeks were hollow and there were dark circles under his eyes. His handsome face was still charming, but he wasn't as lively as before.

He handed a check to me.

"Here is 10 million dollars. Thank you for taking care of me for the past three years."

My strong attachment to him suddenly subsided. When I looked down, he pulled his hand back.

I looked at him calmly.

Actually, I should be angry.

But I was about to die. I was facing a life-and-death situation here. So, those grievances became less important.

All I thought about was how good he was to me.

So I couldn't help but think for him.

I pushed the check back and said, "No need."

I'm afraid you will regret treating me like this, and you will be sad.