My Ex–Boyfriend Went Crazy After
Pretending to Be Sick When I Died
Chapter 1
I ran into my ex–boyfriend, who was
supposed to be dead, at a nightclub where I
worked part–time.
He was cozying up with two cocktail
waitresses in a VIP booth.
His friend, seeing me, sneered, “Johnny, isn’t
that your cheap little plaything you kept
around for two years?”
Johnny frowned, beckoning me over.
“You’re such a lowlife, Neena. You said you
were working here to get money for my
billo Whatle your
now?”
My hands clenched, and I turned to leave.
Johnny stopped me, pointing to the rows of
liquor bottles.
“Since you love money so much, I’ll give you a
chance. Drink until I’m satisfied, and I’ll give
you ten grand.”
I swallowed my humiliation and downed bottle
after bottle.
My little sister, Lily, was waiting for me to
raise her surgery money.
As for me, I had stomach cancer and didn’t
have long to live anyway.
As long as the money was there, I’d even die
right now.
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Two shots of high–proof whiskey later, my
stomach was churning violently.
I dropped the bottle, clutching my throat and
vomiting profusely.
“Damn, that’s disgusting!”
Johnny’s friend, Ethan, grimaced, moving
away. “Johnny, just give her a few hundred
bucks and get rid of her.”
Hearing this, Johnny threw a wad of cash in
my face, his voice low and menacing. “Get
lost. Don’t let me see you here again.”
Swallowing the bitterness in my mouth, I
picked up the money and stuffed it into my
I walked up to Johnny, stubbornly saying, “Mr.
Sullivan, I can drink more.”
I opened another row of bottles and
mechanically started drinking.
After finishing the last bottle, Johnny finally
exploded.
He cursed under his breath, kicked the bottle
from my hand, grabbed my collar, and pulled
me close.
He raged, “Neena, are you that cheap? Is
money really that important to you?”
I pushed him away, grinning and reaching out.
“Mr. Sullivan, are you satisfied? Ten
thousand.”
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Johnny’s lips were tightly pressed together,
his eyes burning with anger.
In the tense silence, he suddenly chuckled
softly, “You want money? I’ll give you some.”
With a glance, someone handed him a cash
box.
“Pick it up with your mouth, on your knees. If
you pick up every bill, I’ll give you fifteen
thousand more.”
As he said this, a rain of banknotes fell.
Without hesitation, I knelt down.
I heard the jeers and laughter around me.
But I ignored it all. My eves were only on the
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With enough money, Lily would be saved.
What was dignity?
When I reached for the last bill, Johnny
stepped on it.
I tried several times to pick it up but couldn’t.
I knelt and said, “Mr. Sullivan, please move
your foot.”
He smirked, lifted his foot, and then placed it
on my face.
I struggled but couldn’t free myself. Tears
finally welled up.
Johnny abruptly lifted his foot, his face dark,
and commanded, “Lick it clean, and the
money is yours.”
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My nails dug into my flesh, but I felt no pain. I
closed my eyes and licked his shoe.
After cleaning the stain, I picked up the last
bill, propped myself up on the sofa, and
reached out to him again. “Fifteen thousand.”
“Insatiable!”
Johnny averted his gaze in disgust, slammed
shut the money box, and threw out a “Don’t
let me see you again” before storming off.
Seeing the fun was over, everyone else
dispersed.
Watching his back, I couldn’t help but cough
up a mouthful of blood.
The manager, Wanda, rushed over to support
me, her eyes red.
“Neena, why are you doing this? Tell Mr.
Sullivan the truth, and your illness can be
cured.”
“If you can’t speak up, I’ll do it for you!”
Wanda was the only one who knew about
Johnny and me.
I knew she cared.
But I stopped her, shaking my head. “Don’t.”
She couldn’t persuade me and dejectedly
helped me to the break room.
Lying on the sofa, my thoughts drifted.
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Even though I had taken Johnny in, I always
felt I owed him more.
Three years ago, on a stormy night, I met a
ragged Johnny outside the hospital.
He said he had kidney failure and no money
for treatment, so he was waiting to die.
Remembering that my parents had both died.
from kidney disease, I softened and took him
in, promising to earn money to help him get
treatment.
To support myself and my sister, Lily, and to
keep my promise, I worked hard.
After Johnny recovered, he took a high–risk,
high–paying job to ease my burden.
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In an accident, he was hit on the head by a
falling object. The doctor said he was just an
inch from death.
After that, he often had headaches and was
too weak to leave the hospital.
To make matters worse, Lily was diagnosed
with hereditary nephritis at the same time.
To save Lily, I donated a kidney.
On my surgery day, Johnny’s condition.
worsened.
He begged me to donate a kidney to him, but
I couldn’t and had to refuse.
I explained the situation, but Johnny thought I
was lying to him, that I didn’t love him.
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He broke up with me and ran away from the
hospital.
The next time I heard about him, it was his
death.
But Lily’s illness didn’t give me time to grieve.
My incision hadn’t healed, but I was forced to
work everywhere to make money, and my
stomach problems worsened into cancer due
to irregular meals.
Now, meeting Johnny again,
knowing he was doing well, I could finally let
go of my guilt.
We were not from the same world, and I
didn’t need to disturb his peaceful life.
