Love and hate intertwined

I had loved Silas for ten years.

But on the very day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, his first love returned home.

I loved him. Whether he loved me in return, I didn't know—I couldn't feel it. But I was certain he would never cheat.

In the final days of my life, I flawlessly played the role of the perfect wife.

After I died, he found my diary. And when he finished reading it, he broke down and wept with a gut-wrenching, soul-crushing agony.