My Terminal Diagnosis, His Cruel Divorce

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I hid my terminal stomach cancer diagnosis, hoping to spend my last six months with my husband, Gerard. But the moment I stepped into our penthouse, he threw a divorce agreement at my feet. "We are ending this marriage. Kena is waiting for me." He said his first love had returned, and he had no time to play games with me anymore. Over the next few days, he watched me vomit violently, coldly accusing me of faking a pregnancy to secure a massive payout. When his own grandfather suffered a massive heart attack upon discovering his public affair, we rushed the old man to the emergency room. But Gerard didn't stay for the surgery. Kena showed up in a wheelchair, crying about a mild chest pain, and he immediately turned his back on his dying grandfather and me to comfort her. I had loved this man in secret for thirteen years. I even saved him from a rival's drug trap just nights ago, giving my failing body to him in a dark hotel room to protect his reputation. Yet, to him, I was nothing but a greedy, calculating transaction standing in the way of his true love. Watching him walk away to hold another woman while the surgery light flashed red, the thirteen years of desperate love inside me finally shattered. I calmly wiped his grandfather's blood from my hands and turned around. This time, I will sign the papers and disappear from his life forever.