"Let's divorce."
Two words. Simple. Cold. Final.
Sam stood frozen, his arms half-raised, as if waiting for a hug that would never come.
"Sierra," he whispered, voice barely audible over the thunder in his chest, "please… don't do this."
But she had already turned away.
Clutching her bag, Sierra walked out of the house, her expression unreadable. Her parents stood behind her like shadows—silent, judging, victorious. She didn't even glance back.
"Forget her, Sam."His father's voice echoed across the empty living room."She never deserved your love."
His mother didn't say a word. She simply placed Sam's wedding photo facedown on the table, then walked out behind his father. And just like that, Sam was alone.
That night, the silence was louder than ever. Sierra's scent still lingered in the bedsheets. Her laugh echoed in corners of the house like a ghost that wouldn't leave.
And Sam? He opened a bottle of whiskey — the first of many.
Days turned into weeks.
His health decayed. His hope dissolved.
The only one who still came to visit was Mira, Sierra's best friend — the same one who once smiled at their wedding and secretly longed for it to fall apart.
"You need to move on," she said, brushing hair from his eyes like a lover. "She was never right for you."
But Sam didn't respond. He couldn't. His voice had grown quieter than the hum of the fan above.
One evening, he collapsed on the side of the road. Strangers called for help.
When the hospital retrieved his ID, they found Sierra's number listed as emergency contact.
"Hello, is this Sierra?""Yes.""We have a patient named Sam—""What is it this time?" she interrupted coldly. "Some drama to stop the divorce?""No, ma'am—he's—"She hung up.
The nurse tried again. Sam's parents answered."We're out of town. We'll return next month," his father said bluntly. "Do what you can."
Sam's body was breaking.
His heart had already shattered.
Divorce Day.
The courtroom steps were crowded. Sierra stood in a soft lavender dress, her eyes calm but flickering with unease. Her parents beside her. Mira too—smirking in triumph.
Then came the sound of sirens.
An ambulance pulled up.
Everyone turned.
Sam lay inside — pale, frail, barely able to lift his head. An oxygen mask covered his face, but his eyes... they still searched for her.
Sierra rushed forward."What happened to him?" she cried, grabbing the doctor's arm.
"He has late-stage cancer," the doctor replied gently. "He has less than a week."
Sierra's legs gave way. She dropped beside the ambulance, sobbing into her hands.
Sam removed the oxygen mask and stepped out.Wobbling. Stumbling. Determined.
His body screamed, but his soul still wanted closure.
As he walked across the road toward the courthouse, a wet cough escaped his throat—blood painting his sleeve.
Sierra ran to him. "Please, Sam… I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!"
She wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you… I don't want this divorce. I was wrong, Sam. I was so wrong…"
He didn't speak. Just closed his eyes, letting her warmth hold what little strength he had left.
But fate wasn't done.
A car engine roared.
Mira. Hands gripping the wheel. Eyes wild.
"NO!" Sierra screamed.
Sam opened his eyes just in time. With the last of his strength, he shoved Sierra out of the way.
The impact was instant.
The car slammed into him.
Moments later, it exploded. Flames. Screams. Metal.
Mira was gone.
And Sam… lay broken in the street.
Sierra crawled to him, face soaked in tears, her fingers trembling as they gripped his bloodied hand.
"Don't die. Please. Please don't die… I need you, Sam. I love you…"
His lips parted. A small smile. A flicker of peace.
"If there's… an afterlife," he whispered,"I'll choose career… over love…"
His hand slipped from hers.
His heart stopped.
And the world — her world — fell silent.