The Price of a Broken Vow

"Why did you break up with me? Do you know how heartbroken I was?"
"When I needed you most! When I was at my most helpless! You actually left me!"
Her word kept echoing through my mind, each repetition like a knife twisting deeper.
I'm just a food driver at a hotpot restaurant.
And her? She isn't just any customer dining here today - she's become the Regional Director for Helios Nation at Vuitton International, one of the world's most prestigious luxury brands!
Four years ago, I broke up with her.
She was the woman I loved most in this cold, colorless world!
The one I once swore I'd marry and no other!
The woman for whom I built an eternal fortress in my heart, where I remain imprisoned to this day!
My thoughts spiraled in despair.
Her words kept interrogating my soul, an endless loop of torment.
I whispered to myself: --I didn't want to, but I had no choice...--
"Cough, cough..."
Suddenly, my throat erupted in searing pain, forcing out two harsh coughs.
I pulled down my mask and spat - blood stained my saliva.
Late-stage liver cancer.
That's right, when I broke up with her four years ago, I had already been diagnosed with hepatitis.
Four years on, my condition hasn't improved. It's only deteriorated, evolving into liver cancer.
The doctors gave me six months to live.