Chapter 1

I had been married to Ethan Cole for one month when he was diagnosed with ALS.

The doctor said his muscles would gradually atrophy until respiratory failure.

I told him to quit his job, and I worked four jobs a day myself, so exhausted that my feet swelled too much to fit into shoes.

But as long as I could afford his daily physical therapy, I felt it was all worth it.

Until that night, when a drunk man grabbed me and dragged me into an alley, his vulgar words mixed with the stench of alcohol.

I struggled and screamed toward Ethan at the alley entrance: "Call 911! Call 911 now!"

He just stood there, frozen, not moving at all.

Afterward, I threw myself at him, tears streaming down my face: "Why wouldn't you lift your hand to call for help? You just watched me get attacked?"

He said sorry in a low voice, and my heart sank bit by bit.

Later, I accompanied him to a follow-up appointment. On the way, a woman in a white dress slipped.

Ethan suddenly pushed me aside and rushed over to catch her steadily.

He called out a name I had seen in 999 love letters.

"Lily, are you okay?"

So it turned out, I was his ALS.