𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
Vivian Rae has only a year to live. Instead of spending his remaining time with the woman he swore to love until his last breath, he makes an unexpected request: he asks his doctor to be his f...
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Vani burst into the room, her presence striking and undeniable.
This was the first time I saw her in person. She was everything I imagined-beautiful, poised, and undeniably perfect for him.
They looked like they belonged together, their connection almost palpable. I wanted to root for them, but a fierce jealousy twisted in my chest.
How could I not envy what they had?
"Do you have an appointment?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, attempting to diffuse the intensity of the moment.
"Shut up," she snapped, her eyes narrowing with disdain. Spoiled snob. I wanted to put her in her place, to show her she didn't belong here, but Vivian's gentle touch on my waist stopped me.
"It's okay, baby," he said softly, flashing me a smile that barely masked the pain he was hiding.
My eyebrows furrowed, and my gaze softened, searching his face for some truth. "She's one of my exes."
I could feel Vani's glare drilling into me, her presence seething with anger.
"Viv, it's all an act," she pleaded, desperation coloring her tone. "I know you're not well."
Her eyes shimmered with emotion, raw and unfiltered. It was almost too much to bear.
"No," Vivian shook his head, his voice steady but his hands trembling slightly against my waist. "This is my girlfriend. I'm not sick. She's the reason I come here, not because I'm ill."
He forced a laugh, but it was hollow, devoid of the warmth I knew he was capable of.
"She's the one I told you about," he continued, his eyes meeting mine, searching for something. "The girl I saved."
My heart stilled. He knows. He remembered. The realization hit me with a force I wasn't prepared for. My eyes locked onto his, trying to absorb every detail of his face, every flicker of emotion. He looked conflicted, torn between the facade he was putting on and the truth buried deep within.
"I don't trust you!" Vani's scream shattered the moment, her agony cutting through the room like a knife.
"You want proof?" Vivian's voice was low, dangerous. He turned to me, his hand cupping my face with a gentleness that belied the tension in the air. Before I could react, his lips were on mine.
The kiss felt perfect-too perfect. But I knew, deep down, that it was all an act. A performance meant to convince Vani, not a declaration of real love. My heart ached as I returned the kiss, knowing it was fake but wishing desperately that it wasn't.
The days that followed were a blur. The memory of that kiss replayed in my mind endlessly, tormenting me with the false hope it brought. I couldn't sleep, my thoughts consumed by what could never be.
