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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

The call ended, plunging the room into silence.


Katherine, who'd overheard everything, avoided eye contact, clearly hiding something.


Still, she draped her arms around Terry's neck and murmured.


"Wendy's getting crafty, huh? First the cancer excuse to bring you home, then those frantic calls, and now faking her own death?"


Terry's doubts evaporated as he processed Katherine's words.


Stroking her hair gently, he replied, "Of course not. She's playing with fire, using lies like that."


Invisible and heartbroken, I hovered above them.


I'd never lied to Terry; he just refused to believe me.


Terry stared at our wedding photo, his forehead creased in thought.


Finally, he sighed, "How did she change so much? She used to be kind and genuine."


He dialed my number repeatedly, met only with silence.


With each unanswered call, his conviction grew – clearly assuming I was dodging the divorce.


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