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On the day cancer claimed my life, my spouse was engrossed in celebrating his lover's birthday.
When the physician rang to notify him of my passing, he dismissed it as another of my ploys to evade our divorce.
He replied coldly, "If she's determined to die, so be it. It spares me the hassle of divorcing her."
However, destiny had other ideas. A film about my struggle with cancer unexpectedly became popular, and news of my death spread online.
Only then did he grasp the seriousness of the situation and hurried to the medical center.
Upon seeing my lifeless form, he collapsed in tears, sobbing, "Wendy, forgive me. I was mistaken!"
But it was too late. I would never return to hear his regrets.

Husband's Cruel Birthday Betrayal

Terry and I were childhood friends, with Katherine as our neighbor's daughter.


Despite the animosity between our families and the Lynns, my dad and Terry's were war comrades—my father even saved his.


Life threw us a curveball when my family hit rock bottom. We relocated, and Terry and I lost touch.


Then came the double blow: Dad perished in a car accident, and Mom ended up hospitalized. Desperate times called for desperate measures, so I found myself with the Shanes.


Terry's mother played matchmaker, and before I knew it, I became Mrs. Shane.


I devoted myself to being the ideal wife.


Terry opened up, confessing marrying me was his lifelong dream.


He'd embrace me from behind while I cooked, whisper my name during intimate moments. It was everything I'd ever wanted.


Then Katherine returned from studying abroad, and our world tilted on its axis.


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