When I received the news that my fiancé, Ellison Perez, had postponed our wedding for the 18th time, I happened to be walking out of the hospital, clutching my medical report.

Once again, he had delayed our wedding for an entire month, all because of my adopted foster sister, Becky.

I thought about what the doctor had told me. After hesitating for a long time, I finally dialed Ellison's number.

"I can't wait until next month. If we can't get married tomorrow, there won't be another chance."

However, Ellison only took my words as another fit of childish willfulness.

"Don't be unreasonable, Lily. Have you forgotten how Becky took your place as the hostage? She was tortured for a whole month before being rescued."

"It's because of you that she developed severe trauma. Now you can't even wait one more month for her to recover?"

I could hear my parents' voices chiming in over the line.

"Becky still suffers from extreme fear of men. Ellison is the only one who can calm her down. Isn't it your fault she ended up like this?"

"You're being selfish, Lily. A wedding can wait, but Becky's condition can't!"

I had known for a long time that ever since that incident, my entire family had chosen Becky's side.

Even so, tears streamed down my face.

"Fine," I said softly. "Postpone it."

I clenched the medical report tightly in my hand. They did not know that just moments ago, the doctor had told me the truth—

I was in the final stage of liver cancer.

I only had one month to live.

The day before I was supposed to have the biggest, most beautiful wedding with my fiancé, Ellison Perez, my adopted sister, Becky, had a really bad day. She got super upset and started yelling about wanting to jump off the roof.

So, for the 18th time, Ellison put off our wedding to take care of her.

This time, we had to wait a whole month.

I was standing in the living room, just staring at the mess Becky had made. There were broken vases everywhere, and the photos and paintings that used to hang on the walls were all over the floor, stepped on and ruined.

I picked up one of the photos. It was from when I won a painting contest as a little kid. Mom and Dad had been so proud, they even put it in a frame for me.

Next to it was another photo that had been ripped right down the middle. It was from when Ellison and I went on a trip together.

In it, I was laughing while standing on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He looked kind of embarrassed, which was rare for him.

However, that photo had been torn in two, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not put the pieces back together.

Ellison came out and saw me on the floor with the photos. He looked surprised for a second when he saw them, but then he looked away.

"Lily, let the cleaning crew handle this. Becky's asking for your mushroom soup. Why don't you go make her some?" he said.

I did not listen to him. I just kept picking up the broken pieces, not even noticing that I had cut my fingers on the glass.

Ellison got worried, came over, and pulled me up. "Come on, don't be upset. Becky really wants your soup right now."

"But what about the photos..."

"We can always take more photos. We've got all the time in the world," he said.

Time… When he said that, it felt like my heart got pinched. I had heard that so many times before.

A whole year had passed since Ellison asked me to marry him, and I had said yes with a heart full of joy. However, things did not go as planned. He kept putting off our wedding for Becky.

The first time, Becky hurt her ankle, and Ellison looked after her for a week, so we had to wait. The second time, Becky's cat got lost, and Ellison spent two weeks searching for it, so we had to wait again.

The third time, Becky felt really down and said she wanted to hurt herself, so Ellison stayed by her side for almost a whole month, leaving us to wait some more.

He always told me there was no need to hurry, that we had lots of time ahead of us. However, it was already the 18th time.

He did not realize that I could not wait any longer.

I felt a wave of sadness, and I tried to ask him.

"What if I can't wait any longer? I can't wait for another month, Ellison. I really—"

Becky's loud voice cut me off from the other room. "Ellison, is the soup ready? I'm so hungry!"

Ellison let out a big sigh. "Lily, this isn't the time for you to be upset. Becky is only like this because of you. You have to look after her."

I wanted to say something back, but when I looked into his eyes, I just could not. Those eyes that used to look at me with so much love were only filled with worry for Becky right now.

I guess it did not matter much since I felt like I did not have much time left. So, I decided to let them have their happiness.

I let go of the photo I was holding and managed a smile.

"Fine, I'll do it."

I brought the mushroom soup out of the kitchen and saw that the living room had been cleaned. Someone had picked up the pieces of torn photos and drawings, leaving them on the table.

Ellison took the soup I made and seemed happy with it.

As I was about to step away, it looked like he remembered something else.

"Becky's mood has been really up and down lately. Don't be hard on her. I'll get someone to fix those photos and paintings."

With those words, he stopped looking at me and went inside the house.

From the other room, I could hear Becky's whiny voice. "It's too hot, Ellison. Can you cool it down before you feed me?"

"You're impossible..." Ellison answered.

I acted like I did not hear a thing, walked into the living room, and threw all the torn pieces into the trash.

Next, I went to my room and tossed out all my photos and keepsakes.

I was not going to be around much longer, so they did not matter anymore. If Ellison and Becky did not want them, then these things would be thrown away.

While I was cleaning up, I suddenly felt dizzy and sick. I ran to the bathroom and threw up a lot of blood. Looking in the mirror, I saw how skinny I had gotten. My skin was turning yellow as well, and I looked like I had aged years in just moments.

That was when I really knew my time was running out. However, no one seemed to notice.

Later, when my parents got home, the first thing they did was ask about Becky's health.

"Oh, our poor baby girl has been through so much."

"I brought your favorite food. Come taste it," Dad said.

I watched them, all happy together, without showing any feeling.

Ever since that incident two years ago, when a bad guy kidnapped me and Becky stepped in to take my place, she had been the family's hero. She was with that criminal for a whole month before the cops saved her.

Ever since then, she had been really scared of all men, except Ellison.

Ever since then, she had been everyone's favorite.

"You're our daughter's hero! From now on, you're part of our family—the closest person to us!"

My parents kept choosing her over me, not seeing that their darling daughter was slowly being pushed to the sidelines. No matter how stubborn Becky got, I always had to step aside for her, all because she was the one who saved my life back then.

As time went on, Becky kept blaming me for things I did not do, and my own parents started to dislike me more and more.

"What? How can you, as her big sister, get so jealous? Becky's sick. How could you ruin her dress just because you got jealous?"

"When did you start acting like this? Why are you always picking on poor Becky?"

Every time my parents scolded me, I would see Becky behind them. She would pretend to be weak on the surface, but she would secretly shoot me a smug smirk.

Even so, I was thankful to Becky for saving me, so I just kept putting up with everything.

However, one day, I found out the truth about the so-called kidnapping. Becky had not stepped in to save me because she cared. It was all a lie, a show she put on by herself.

It was just a shame that no one in my family believed me anymore.

No matter how much proof I had, they just saw me as someone who was ungrateful.

Becky's room was always full of people who cared about her, but mine was empty unless my family needed something from me.

I watched from a corner as Mom held Becky's hand, fussing over her with loving questions.

"Ellison will take you out for some fun this month to help you relax. You'll feel better in no time."

That was why Ellison had to put off our wedding. Becky's doctor said that traveling could help her feel better, and Ellison was asked to take her on a month-long trip.

They could have gone after the wedding, but Becky would not wait. She even turned the living room upside down until Ellison said yes.

They were leaving tomorrow.

Becky could not stop talking about how much she was looking forward to the trip.

Mom, Dad, and Ellison listened with kind smiles.

Then, Ellison looked at me and said, "Lily, if you want, you can come with us too."

Everything went quiet. It was like I was someone who did not belong there, sticking out like a sore thumb.

I shook my head. "I don't feel good, so I'll pass."

Dad frowned and said, "What's with you, always feeling sick? If you don't want to go, just say so."

Mom scolded me too. "Ellison is being nice by inviting you, and you don't even say thank you?"

I bit my lip so hard that it hurt.

I thought about telling them how sick I was. Actually, I had already tried once before. That day, I coughed up blood, and they saw it happen. They were so worried and asked me what was wrong.

I thought I could finally share the truth with them.

However, Becky came in right then, saw the blood, and started crying and yelling. All of a sudden, it was all about her. She said seeing blood made her think of something scary from before. She even said I knew that and asked why I was pretending to be sick just to frighten her.

After that, no matter how many times I told them I felt sick, my parents did not believe me anymore. They thought I was just faking it.

However, now... I only had a month left.

'If I tell them the truth now, will I still get to feel their care and love for this last month?' I thought to myself.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the courage to tell them the hard truth.

However, Becky spoke up before I could.

"Dad, Mom, don't be mad at her. I know she's never liked me. She'd rather fake being sick than go out and play with me. It's all my fault..."

She started crying again, and Ellison and my parents rushed to comfort her.

Just like that, I was the one faking being sick.

No matter what I said, the people who used to love me most would not believe me anymore.

Becky's crying turned into a painful scream. "Daddy, Mommy, my stomach hurts so bad. Help me..."

Everyone looked worried. Ellison called an ambulance right away, then carried Becky out in a hurry.

I never expected the hospital to say Becky had eaten poisonous mushrooms and needed to have her stomach pumped right away.

Mom slapped me hard across the face. "How could I have raised such a mean daughter?"

I was already weak from being sick, and that slap made my head spin and my ears ring. It took a long time to clear my head. I opened my mouth to say something, but the tears came first.

When I was little, my parents adored me. Even if I just fell down, they would be upset for so long.

However, now, my mom, who used to love me the most, had hit me because of Becky.

The ringing in my ears had not stopped when I heard Dad's voice. "Starting today, you'll be locked in the basement to think about what you've done. You can come out after a week!"

My face went white, and I shook my head. I was scared stiff. "Please, Dad, I'm scared of the dark. Don't lock me in the basement..."

I looked at Ellison, hoping he would help me. However, he just stared back at me, distant and uncaring.

The three people who used to love me did not show any mercy or believe a word I said. They just watched as the bodyguard pulled me away.