He Proposed to Her, I Planned My Death

The day I was told I was dying, Ethan was planning to propose to Audrey.

"Summer, your heart failure is end-stage. At most... you have only one month left," the doctor said.

I calmly tucked the diagnosis report into my pocket and returned to Ethan's apartment.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar.

Audrey's gasps drifted out from inside. "Ethan, be gentle. It hurts."

Then came a man's low, husky chuckle, filled with satisfaction.

"What, afraid Summer will hear? You're the woman I love most. What is there to be afraid of? I only see Summer as a maid."