All Chapters of Goodbye to You All: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Jessica, HQ just sent out a notice. They want to send you to Paris for advanced training. In six months, you'll be competing in the Global Fashion Designers' Competition. You’d have to leave in a week. Do you want to go? It’s totally up to you. After all, your wedding with Jack is on the same day. Marriage is a big deal—it should come first."Jessica had just stepped out of the bathroom, her face pale and drained. The moment she sat down in her dull grey and white room, her phone rang. It was Kelly Winfrey, her boss.She didn't respond immediately. Through the receiver, she could hear Kelly's steady breathing, waiting.Just as Kelly was about to give up and consider another candidate, Jessica spoke. "I'll go. As for my wedding with Jack, I'll take care of it in the next few days.""Wait…" Kelly hadn't expected her to agree. She hesitated for a moment, then failed to hide the excitement creeping into her voice. "You're really going?"Jessica's gaze drifted toward the group not far

Jessica didn't respond. Instead, she saved the screen recording before hanging up the call.Before leaving, she wanted everyone to see what kind of person the "apparently" delicate and fragile Abby really was.And yet, her chest still ached as Abby's words echoed in her mind."Jessica, you never should have been born. You can never win against me."That's true. Why had she even been born?She was supposed to be the cherished younger sister. But because their parents were afraid of hurting their eldest daughter, Abby, they gave all their love to Abby instead.They had said, "Be sensible. If it weren't for you, Abby would have had everything. Now she has to share some of it with you."But had anything ever really been shared with her?From childhood to now, Abby had pretty dresses and dolls—she had none.Abby was sent to various art and talent classes—she was not.Abby celebrated her birthday every year, with cake and presents—she did not, even though their birthdays were just

Jessica finally opened her eyes.Seeing that it was Abby, she reached out, snatched the medical report from Abby's hands, and stuffed it into her bag without a word. Then, without looking back, she walked away.Abby stood there, watching her retreating figure. After a few seconds of silence, she pulled out her phone and dialed Jack."Jack, I really don't understand what Jess is thinking. She actually went to the doctor and got a fake medical certificate saying she has late-stage stomach cancer..."…Later, Jessica met with the buyer. The transaction went smoothly.She didn't feel like going home to cook, so she grabbed a bite outside before heading back.For the next few days, they were all at the hospital, "taking care" of Abby.Every day, Abby updated her social media, posting photos, writing captions filled with poetic melancholy. Occasionally, she would send private messages to Jessica, subtly flaunting her condition.And, of course, she added a few mocking remarks about J

As her parents walked toward her, Jessica took out the medical report and handed it to them."I hadn't planned on telling you," she said. "But now that you've seen it, there's no point in hiding it. I have late-stage stomach cancer."Until this moment, she had believed—no, hoped—that she was still their daughter, that the news of her illness would stir some kind of sorrow in them. That was how it should be, wasn't it? A parent's heart aching for their child.But the next second, all of that shattered.A sharp, brutal kick landed squarely on her stomach, sending her staggering backward. She crashed against the corner of the table, pain shooting up her spine.She gasped, gripping the edge for support, her eyes widening in disbelief at her father. "You… you…"Before she could finish, her father slapped her."Jessica! Have you become the kind of person who lies through her teeth?" he shouted. "If Abby hadn't warned us beforehand that you bought blood bags to fake your illness, we mi

No one noticed that Jessica had left.Everyone was too preoccupied with the wedding.Abby had always dreamed of a grand wedding, and Jack had accommodated her, replacing the original arrangements with an extravagant setup. A pricier makeup artist had been hired. Three sets of gowns had been prepared—one for the entrance, one for the ceremony, and one for the banquet.At eleven-thirty, the grand doors swung open. Abby stepped into the venue, draped in a flowing white wedding dress. The melody of the wedding march played softly in the background.On the giant screen, images of her and Jack flickered to life. Since she had taken over as the bride at the last minute, there hadn't been time for a proper wedding photoshoot. Instead, hastily gathered candid shots played in a slideshow.The hall was filled with guests, yet an odd atmosphere lingered. Faces twisted in curiosity and hushed whispers spread through the crowd."A wedding where the bride changes at the last minute? Never heard