Terminally ill Layla stops pleasing her cold CEO husband Zev and starts living for herself. As she pulls away, Zev is forced to confront what he's lost—and the truth he's hidden. Can he win her back before her time runs out?
Miss Sinclair, your results are in. It's terminal leukemia, and the cancer has already spread. At this stage, you have six months at most. Not for one moment in 24 years did I live for myself.
The Hawthorne family likes you. Don't let us down. My parents wanted me to marry well, so I did. You're back. Do you want me to heat up some dinner? I already ate.
I picked out your mother's birthday gift and wrote the card. You just need to sign Leave it in the study. Can you sit with me for a little while tonight? Another time. I'm tired.
I always thought if I were just a little more considerate, he'd come to love me. Now I only have six months left, and I can't even remember the last time I was Twenty-four years, and it feels like I never had a reason to exist for myself. Mrs. Sinclair, Mrs. Belsing is hosting a tea party at five this afternoon.
Shall I take you there first? Cancel my schedule. Take me back to the estate. date. Mrs. Sinclair is usually so gentle and warm. What's got into her today?