I Gave My Life as His Engagement Gift

The night Justin Lane proposed to his first love, I stood on the terrace of the thirty-third floor, holding a report that diagnosed me with late-stage stomach cancer.

Through the windows, I watched him kneel and slide the pink diamond ring that had once belonged to me onto another woman's finger.

I endured the excruciating pain and stayed out on the terrace beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows so I wouldn't disturb their beautiful moment.

Then Justin saw me.

There was no panic or guilt in his eyes. There was only disgust.