Livestream Rehab: My Ex Regrets It All
In the third year that I've been diagnosed with late-stage bone cancer, Xenia Jensen, the ex-girlfriend whom I have "abandoned" back then, barges into my rented apartment with the rest of her team that she leads as a police captain.
Every day, I have to rely on large amounts of morphine just so I can force myself to stand like a regular human being.
I can only twitch violently as I try to grab a pill bottle on the table, my skin completely riddled with needle marks. Xenia chuckles icily as she savors how pathetic I look.
"Oh? It's been seven years since we last met, and yet I never thought you'd stoop so low as to become a drug addict.
"Where did your gusto to get a better, richer girlfr
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