I Refuse This Cursed Marriage

In my previous life, on the day I was diagnosed with a tumor, the doctor was very blunt.

The surgery would cost one hundred and twenty thousand dollars.

It was early stage, and the success rate was eighty percent.

My mother-in-law said it was too expensive.

She told me to go home and drink some herbal tea instead.

Marcus looked at her and said, “I’ll listen to my mom.”

I ended up lying alone on a temporary cot in the hospital hallway.

The blood pressure monitor ticked lower and lower.

When