Freddie ended the call before I could even respond.
I stood frozen, unable to make sense of his sudden outburst. But the next moment, a message from his girlfriend, Bianca Reed, popped up. Everything became clear.
“Are you trying to ruin our date? Who do you think you are?”
It was just two simple sentences, but the mockery in them cut deep.
I didn’t reply. Instead, I tapped into Bianca’s profile almost on instinct.
One glance was all it took for a chill to sweep over me. I stood frozen on the spot.
Freddie had proposed to her.
The photo grid was filled with all sorts of jewelry and luxury goods, with a huge diamond ring particularly standing out.
My eyes locked on the photos of them kissing and their group shots with friends. I stared blankly before crouching down and covering my mouth.
I was unable to hold back my sobs. They were getting married, and I was the last to know.
Freddie hadn’t breathed a word to me. Was he afraid I’d show up and ruin the proposal? His outburst earlier was because he thought I was making a scene.
So that was how low he thought of me.
The diagnosis slip was all crumpled in my hand. I recalled what the doctor had said. “Ms. Hunter, given your current condition, you likely have less than a month left. I suggest informing your family soon so they can start making arrangements.”
