After My Death, He Abandoned His First Love and Cried For MeChapter 1 Proposal
Everyone knew that Clement Lance was surrounded by an undignified lickspittle, namely me, Katherine Hermosa.
I had waited ten years for him to say, "Katherine, let's get married."
On the day of the premarital check-up, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.
But Clement went to pick up the woman he couldn't forget back home.
I hid the critical illness notice behind my back. Clement looked at my pale face and said, "Katherine, you're so stubborn."
After my death, Clement, who was always proud and reserved, never married. He cried hysterically in front of my tombstone.
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I'd pestered Clement for ten years, going from a shy girl to a hot pop star.
I was his lover.
In other words, everything I had was from him.
At three in the morning, Clement reeked of alcohol, with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.
Probably because I had eaten the wrong thing for dinner, I had a burning pain coming from my stomach.
Still bracing myself, I served black coffee and dutifully sat next to him.
My makeup was clean.
It was his favorite look.
"Why are you so late today?"
Clement didn't say a word but pulled me into his arms the next second.