But what did it have to do with me?
Soon, Nina sent me a video on WhatsApp.
In the video, Pierce's face was full of pain, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth to endure the pain of treatment, while she patiently and gently peeled an orange for him. She even removed the threads on the orange segments meticulously.
In the five years we had been together, she had never done this for me.
In my past life, I had always been tolerant of her, always understanding how painful it was for Pierce to have cancer, but who had ever been there for me?
For a whole five years, they stood on the moral high ground and oppressed me.
They made me understand their difficulties and made me sacrifice myself unconditionally.
Even in the end, I died in a car accident on the spot while rushing to deliver medicine to Pierce.
Pierce's cancer was not caused by me, and I wasn't his blood relative. I had no responsibility or obligation to dedicate myself to his illness.