The Terminally Ill Does Not Wish for Regrets

It all began with a one-sided love. Five years of unrequited love for him within a loveless marriage. I was still begging him for love. "Just once, won't you look at me?" I pleaded desperately, but my husband was cold. "I don't have time for love games like you. So don't force your feelings on me." But foolishly, I waited for him desperately. Hoping that one day, he would turn to me. At the end of that unrequited love, all that was left for me was... "I'm sorry, Madam. You have about a year left." A year. *** The day I asked my husband for a divorce, a man came to find me. The man, with a joyful curve at the corner of his lips, whispered as if he knew the secret I was hiding. "P...