Together

Chapter one.

Nine years ago, I broke up with a man I loved, but with whom I was not happy. A man I thought I liked more. I was moping, and whenever I was not well, I wrote in my journal. "Lost, torn between the desire to try again and always and to draw a line, a real big line on him, on who did not match me."

I cried, like we cry during a heartache. When you have the feeling that the void is going to stagnate, that the body is going to remain permeated with its own. I wanted to forget it at all costs, that's why I decided to go and renew my ideas and my spirit in Manhattan.

My best friend Ella welcomed me at her house during this period. She was working as an assistant for one of the New York's billionaires, the most handsome and sexy young businessman, James Miller. But even in Manhattan, I still felt this sorrow. It is true that with Ella, I no longer thought of him, I no longer thought of anything, we were going out, talking for hours and hours, laughing, and I forgot everything about him. But when I was staying alone at home while Ella goes to work, his face came back to my head. Ella was aware of it, and that's why she was doing her best just to not leave me alone at home.

She invited me to James Miller's private company party that is organized every year. And that's where I met him, the man of my life. He was brown, muscular, with electric blue eyes. I hit him without doing it on purpose and it was then that he saw me for the first time. I didn't know what happened to him when his eyes met mine, and so did I. I had butterflies in my stomach. He invited me for a drink and we talked a lot during this evening, for a long time. It was magical.

At the end of the party, he asked me to stay a little longer with him, and we had our first kiss, a sweet kiss that I can never forget. That calming kiss, which makes you serene and happy.

Then I asked him:

- Why exactly me? There were several beautiful girls here in this party who would like to be in my place now.

- It is true. You are beautiful, but here all the girls are, what differentiates you from them is your presence and your charisma.

And that's when my little heart beats abnormally. It was at that moment that I fell in love at first sight. No, we were both victims of this love at first sight. We both thought the other was too good for us. I liked him at the first second. I was shocked at the first touch. I liked him without knowing why, I liked him by making fun of how. I liked him for what he was and also for what he was not. I liked him and not his money, because a simple "I Love You" means more than money...

Yes, I was madly in love with James Miller, the New York's young billionaire.

I moved to Manhattan, and I lived with James the happiness that I have never experienced in my entire life. I loved him, and I knew he loved me too. Our love was much stronger so that it could be broken.

Three years later, we got married. I was the happiest woman in the world. Him in a suit, me in a white princess dress, both in front of the priest to promise to love each other our whole life and to stay TOGETHER forever. At that time, the emotion had not failed to overwhelm us. At that moment, I became Ava Johnson Miller, I gave myself heart and soul to him, to my man.

After our honeymoon spent in several places all around the world, we returned to Manhattan and I was feeling very bad. I had headaches and nausea all the time, in addition to the aches that made me weak and tired. James noticed it very quickly, and of course, stubborn as he is, he insisted on taking me to the hospital.

Frankly, I was stressed. I was afraid of getting cancer and dying like my big sister and my mother, I didn't want to leave so early, I still wanted to live with the love of my life, give him lot of happiness and children, I still wanted to live simply. When I got to the hospital, I was taken care of directly to have my blood drawn. The nurse told me that I was pale and asked me if I had eaten or not. I did not hear her well, my eyes were closed and I thought back to my sister and my mother, I missed them.

28 years ago, my mother was pregnant with my older sister, but unfortunately she had breast cancer that she was not aware of. She only discovered her illness after 3 years, when she was pregnant of me. The doctors said that I was going to die, that I had no chance to live, it was either me or mom, and she chose me, she chose to give me birth than continuing her life and having another child. My mother loved me even before I was born. I loved her too, and I still love her. I simply love you mom...

Suddenly, I heard the doctor talking about the results of my blood tests:

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