When Death Couldn't End Our Love

My doctor told me I had two months to live, just as my first love, Ethan Reed, resurfaced, engaged to a seemingly perfect woman.

Desperate, I blackmailed him with intimate photos and our old demo tape, demanding he spend his last two bachelor months with me.

But instead of rekindling a flame, I was met with his icy disdain, a constant reminder of the family feud that tore us apart, and public shame orchestrated by his fiancée, Olivia.

My health rapidly deteriorated, yet he believed every lie, saw only manipulation.