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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

His countenance was a tempest of conflicting emotions—remorse and anger vying for control.


Katherine muttered a curse but reluctantly consented with clenched teeth.


"Very well. Ten million upon becoming Mrs. Shane."


The pieces of the puzzle fell into place.


It was now clear why Katherine had emerged unharmed from our abduction.


Her valiant act had been a meticulously orchestrated charade, built on deception.


Terry could no longer contain himself. He stepped out from concealment, his tone laced with resentment.


"Well, I had no clue my kidnapping was valued at ten million."


"Katherine, you truly are something extraordinary."


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