I first met Ethan at the hospital.

He had attempted suicide and was rushed to the ER. I was the one who saved him.

After he recovered, I learned he suffered from depression.

Because I was his doctor, I took extra care of him and often visited him in his room.

One day, I asked him, “Why did you want to take your life?”

“You’re so handsome, so rich, what could you possibly be worried about?”

I’d heard from colleagues that he was the son of the CEO of Sterling Group, born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

He looked at me without saying a word.

Then I asked him, “Is it about love?”

This time, he spoke, “No.”

I smiled at him. “Ethan, I don’t know your story, and I’m not going to give you a bunch of platitudes.”

“All I know is that you are my patient, and I have a responsibility to take care of you. You can't die.”

After that, I stayed by his side constantly.

I treated him like a normal person.

We binged shows together and I brought him homemade spring rolls.

He made a face, saying they would make his breath stink.

But seeing me eat them with gusto, he snuck one and ate it, his eyes lighting up, and devoured several.

When we had time, I let him play games with me, like Valorant.

He was dismissive at first, but after playing a round, he got hooked.

Then he’d text me every day: "Evelyn, wanna play?"

Or, “Evelyn, one more game?”

Sure enough, it was the "hook, line, and sinker" principle.

Our relationship slowly improved.

His condition also started to improve.

The day he was discharged, he was just like a normal person.

He invited me to his place for dinner and cooked a feast.

After spending time together in the hospital, I’d come to consider him a friend, so I had a few drinks.

But those few drinks led him to take my virginity.

When I woke up, he said he’d been drunk, but he’d take responsibility.

He soon arranged for us to get married.

The day before the wedding, he said, “Evelyn, can we postpone the marriage license for now and just have the reception?”

“Why?”

“Because my family doesn't support us. They won’t give me my documents. I’ll find a chance to do it later, okay?”

I agreed. Later he kept saying he couldn't find a chance to get the documents, and it dragged on until now.

I gave birth to his child and cooked for him every day.

In the end, I got no title and ended up being the other woman.