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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

At last, my soul could detach from Terry.


He returned to our former residence with my ashes, seeking memories.


The barren walls of our living area shocked him.


Frantically, he searched the house, discovering our wedding photograph shattered in a storage corner, my face viciously scratched out by Katherine.


Terry realized no images of me remained.


He collapsed, clutching my urn, tears flowing silently.


He played the cancer documentary on his device.


Seeing my emaciated face, he broke down completely.


"It's entirely my fault. I regret everything. Marrying you was my dream—no one coerced me."


Once, this sight would have shattered my heart.


Of course it was his fault. As Katherine stated, my suffering stemmed from his tacit approval.


His repeated "I'm sorry" held no significance.


It took Katherine's betrayal for him to recognize my worth.


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