Synopsis:
“The diagnosis is advanced malignant cancer. You have at most one year left to live.”
If I’m going to die anyway, why waste my time being a workaholic? I’ll buy the things I couldn’t bring myself to splurge on and do the things I never had time for. And the person I never dared to love... Wait, am I really going to marry this cursed CEO, a man who brings misfortune to himself and every woman around him?
“Heh. You slept with me and don’t even have the guts to take responsibility.”
Who doesn’t have the guts to take responsibility for him? I’ve already decided to fight fate and be a forceful wife. Fine, let’s get married! What am I afraid of?
A major public display of affection ahead. Proceed with caution!
