

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

Seven years ago, Rose Jonas and her mother were involved in a car accident, Rose's unfortunately became a vegetable. Three years ago, Rose, a college graduate, married Gerald, the CEO of Riversoul Group, whom he had only seen a few times before. After three years of marriage, Rose had always misunderstood that Gerald liked Kathy Yvonne. After repeated misunderstandings, Rose became disheartened and decided to divorce. He also hired a Andrologist for Gerald as the reason for his divorce. After the divorce, Gerald began to pursue his wife.