Part 1Seven Years as His Replacement: The Truth About My Wife's Love

In the seventh year of my marriage to Lily, her wealthy first love returned from abroad.

He had a face that was 70% similar to mine.

At the class reunion, he cornered me in the bathroom and taunted: "Tell me, who does she think of every night, you or me?"

I couldn't help but throw a punch.

But Lily yelled at me for his sake: "Why don't you just die?"

She didn't know that I was indeed dying.

At the class reunion, Lily's first love had returned from abroad.

Now successful and famous, he walked past old classmates amidst their flattery, stopping in front of Lily to say a simple "long time no see."

With just those words, Lily's eyes instantly turned red.

Classmates laughed and teased, "After all these years, Zack still only has eyes for Lily."

"If Lily had married Zack back then, she'd be Mrs. Jack now, instead of running that small company."

"I say it's not too late for Lily to get a divorce now."

"..."

Everyone was gossiping, with Zack and Lily at the center of attention.

And I, as Lily's husband, sat to the side, more like a piece of background scenery.

I studied Zack.

He had a face that was 70% similar to mine.

In fact, I had always known that I was just a substitute Lily had found.

I once vowed to use the rest of my life to make Lily truly fall in love with me, but—

Now, I was dying.