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Three years into my cancer battle, my husband suggested I get my will notarized.
Two days before the notarization, he abandoned me on the highway to meet our daughter's yoga instructor.
As my stomach cancer flared up, he was busy making out with the female teacher in his car.
I begged the highway patrol to call him. When they got through, I heard a woman's passionate moans.
My husband answered the phone impatiently:
"I don't have time to deal with a sick person! Wait until she's dead, then call me to collect the body!"
The first thing I did upon waking up in the hospital was cancel my will notarization appointment.

I Battled Terminal Illness While He Flirted With a Dancer

Early in the morning, Lorne was already sitting in my room waiting for me to wake up, with freshly ironed clothes hanging by his side.


He approached me, coaxing me to get up just like he used to:


Lorne kissed my forehead, and I immediately opened my eyes wide and sat up.


"What's wrong? Can't your brother give you a little kiss?"


I was stunned, thinking this must be basic etiquette overseas. After stumbling through a few sentences, breakfast was over.


But after that, my feelings toward Lorne underwent a subtle change.


The banquet was at noon, in the largest event center.


Lorne escorted me into the venue, his arm linked with mine.


I froze in place, feeling as if my feet were weighed down by a thousand pounds.


"Elowen, we must have the courage to face our past. True strength lies in making a graceful exit!"


I turned around, looking at the man before me.


Chapter 7