Seven days ago, I underwent a medical examination because I wasn't feeling well, and I was unexpectedly diagnosed with leukemia.

The doctor said I had only three days left and advised me to arrange my affairs.

As I stepped out of the doctor's office, my mind went blank; I never thought something like this would happen to me.

Leaning against the corridor wall, I immediately called my fiancé, Mason.

When the call connected, his cold voice came through: "Elizabeth, I told you before, don't disturb me during work hours."

I shook my head and hurriedly said before he hung up, "Mason, I'm sick. Can you spend my birthday with me in three days?"

"It's just an illness; it's not like you're going to die. When can't we celebrate your birthday?" Mason replied impatiently.

I clutched the test results tightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I have leukemia. I won't live much longer. Please, I'm begging you."

To my surprise, this only made Mason more impatient: "You always find various reasons to make me come back. Don't you think it's boring?"

"Mason, I'm not-The doctor said I still have…"

Before I could finish, he hung up. At that moment, my heart felt like ashes.

Time didn't allow me to grieve. If there was one regret I had in this world, it was that I hadn't spent enough time with Mason.

I took a taxi to Mason's company and bought him his favorite food. I arrived at his office door but was told by the secretary that he was still busy.

I stood there with a smile, waiting, but the secretary looked at me with pity, glancing towards the office with a silent sigh.

Just as I was hesitating whether to call Mason, the door suddenly opened, and Daisy walked out with a bright smile.

At the same time, Mason looked at Daisy with deep affection, his eyes following her.

It turned out that Mason also had a gentle and loving side; he just had never bestowed it upon me.

"Mason, I brought you food."

I stood up straight, maintaining my dignity, trying to hide my weakness from him.

Daisy, with a beaming smile, grabbed Mason's arm and shook it: "Mason, I told you, Ella is a great wife. Just look at this food; it's obviously what we love to eat!"

Mason fondly ruffled Daisy's nose, his voice filled with indulgence: "If you like it, finish it before you go."

"This is for you; she's not leaving?"

I hurriedly said, watching as they both returned to the office, so I had to follow them in.

Upon hearing this, Daisy turned around, her eyes brimming with tears, looking pitifully at Mason: "Mason, Ella is upset. I should leave; you two can eat together."

Mason pulled Daisy down to sit but looked at me as if examining a criminal: "Elizabeth, is this amusing? You just threatened me with your illness, and now you can't stand Daze? You really are narrow-minded."

After saying this, Mason took Daisy by the shoulders and left the office, slamming the door hard.

When I ran outside, the two of them had already gotten into a car, and Daisy shot me a provocative look, as if to say: I'm the one who holds first place in his heart.