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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

I trailed behind Terry's dark outline as he descended to the basement, my ghostly form drawn to his reluctant movements as we neared the morgue.


Despite his unwillingness, my lifeless body lay there, an undeniable fact.


With visible unease, Terry lifted the cloth covering my corpse.


It was my initial view of my own lifeless form.


The sight was far from serene—a body ravaged by sickness, thin hair, and hollow eyes.


Terry recoiled, his frame trembling slightly.


For all his disdain, he still feared my dead body.


His eyes fixed on the mark on my right shoulder, a reminder of the abduction.


There was no doubt now; this was certainly me.


"Not possible," Terry mumbled, fear creeping into his voice.


"Wendy, you deceiver, you can't be gone."


He stood motionless, gazing at my body while I floated above, a detached spectator to this grim scene.


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