It contained a diagnosis: advanced gastric cancer.

Sanford's eyes rested on these three words; his pupils contracted in shock.

This was Jaelyn's medical report.

The date stamped was five years prior.

So, Jaelyn had been grappling with advanced gastric cancer five years ago.

Could this be why she had left him?

Standing by the car, Maggie noticed Sanford fixated on his phone screen, his fingers tense around the device.

What kind of message could possibly have him this captivated?

It must be Jaelyn reaching out.

A wave of sorrow, jealousy, and envy washed over her.

Without further ado, she informed his assistant and ventured to the supermarket on her own.

In the car, Sanford was engrossed in the message when Jaelyn's call came in again.

Sanford eyed the ringing phone for a few seconds before finally picking up.

“Sanford.” Her voice sounded congested, evidently, she had cried.

Swallowing hard, Sanford asked, “What are you trying to say?"

Between sniffs, Jaelyn managed to say, "Sanford, five years ago, I was diagnosed with gastric cancer. The doctors gave me a three-month prognosis.

I felt like my world was shattering. I had dreams of marrying you, being your most beautiful bride, but out of the blue, fate had other plans.

I didn't know how to break it to you. Just then, your mother found me and offered me money to disappear.

I was aware of your tender heart. I feared my death would devastate you, so I chose to accept the money and leave. Sanford, I had but one thought in mind. I would rather face your hatred than cause you sorrow."

Jaelyn's voice carried a deep-seated sadness

Sanford's mind was invaded by the image of her radiant smile, making his eyes well up.

Really?