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"Then let him kill me!" Asher's grip on Cosette's wrist tightened, unable to discern which was dominant in his heart. The pain? Or the anger? "I'm going to die anyway —" "How!!" he raised his voice as his eyes flared. "How can you say that when there were people who wished to get your illness instead of you?!" "I don't care!" Cosette also raised her voice, almost shouting her lungs out. She looked him straight in the eye, letting her tears stain her cheek freely. "Why should I care about others,…-
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"You... disgusts me." "Cosette." Asher held her wrist, but Cosette flung her arms away violently to avoid his touch. "Don't touch me!" Cosette yelled, pushing herself to sit up. She looked around aggressively, recognizing she was in a hospital right now. Her mind was filled with blanks, but the last memory she had in her head was having a breakdown, trying to kill Asher out of hatred. "Cosette –" "Touch me, and I will kill myself." Asher froze as Cosette glared daggers at him. Her hand was raised,…
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When Asher slid the door open, he stopped. He lowered his head, seeing that there were people inside, aside from the woman on the bed. "Grandma, Grandpa." Asher closed the door and approached the elderly sitting beside the bed. He stopped several steps away from them, bowing politely. Cosette's grandparents had been frequenting in here, and even demanded to take their granddaughter to a different hospital. However, since Asher was the husband, he had refused them. Obviously, his firm refusal of their…
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PROLOGUE Asher was staring at Mia, sitting in the wheelchair in front of the window of the hospital room. He was just standing in the empty space of the room, forgetting how long has it been standing in the same spot without moving or saying anything. The look in his eyes, however, was full of sorry and deep regret. "Mister Quinn." Asher snapped his eyes ever so slowly, turning to his right when a doctor entered the sliding door. The doctor, who was looking after the patient in this room, bowed. He…
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Note: This chapter is a narration of the original timeline. It's not a memory being recalled by any of the characters as it was part of the end of Volume 3. "Enjoy your time tonight. Don't forget to use protection." This was the first time Cosette asked 'Maxen' to stay with her after many times of trying but failing to voice that word out. But now that she did, the result was just as she feared; he just stayed silent. Probably, if Cosette asked the real Maxen, she wouldn't feel so disheartened, but alas,…
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Note: This chapter is a narration of the original timeline. It's not a memory being recalled by any of the characters as it was part of the end of Volume 3. Cosette stood on the balcony wearing a champagne dress wrapped tightly around her curves. She had her arms folded under her chest, holding a glass of wine she had been savoring to keep herself from the cold night breeze blowing past her face. Her eyelashes, which were like butterfly wings, fluttered ever so slowly, glancing over her shoulder upon…
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"But instead of water, it's money. Please, master. Make that wish come true." "Sure." Asher laughed, dragging himself up clumsily. Fortunately, he was able to hold on to the pillar. The two of them returned to his room. His wallet was just sitting right on the nightstand. It was thick, just as expected. Cosette stood excitedly on his side while he grinned at her, holding the wallet in his hands. "Are you ready?" he asked, and she nodded profusely. Her excitement, however, was soon replaced with…
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"I know this might sound strange, but when I first saw him, the first thought that came to my head was… he looked like someone who will take everything from me. And that… scares the hell out of me." Cosette held her breath, not expecting such a straightforward answer from Asher. All she could do for a moment was to stare at him, her mouth slightly agape. "It's strange, isn't it?" Asher looked back at her with a light smile. 'No… it's not,' was what she wanted to tell him because Asher's gut…
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"But I feel so miserable…" Asher had thought about it over and over when he went to see Luke that day to ask his little brother to go home. Asher wasn't hopeful that Luke would return to them anytime soon. Luke just seemed satisfied and free, laughing candidly with Maxen and Cosette, as if that rundown apartment was not a problem itself. Ironic, he thought, that regardless of how luxurious Asher's lifestyle, how excellent he was that everyone praised him to the point it was exhausting to hear their…
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Cosette vividly remembered a conversation she had with Asher in the past. It was something about drinking. As business people, drinking was inevitable. However, Asher rarely drinks and if he does, it would only be a sip. Back then, Cosette teased him regarding it as they were business partners in a joint project. She wanted to have a drink with him just because she hadn't seen him drink. She was already diagnosed with multiple illnesses at that time, but Cosette lived her life the same since she didn't…
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