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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

When I set foot on foreign soil, I truly felt the reality of leaving.


Lorne contacted specialists to diagnose and treat me, arranging my hospital admission.


During chemotherapy, he took care of me in every possible way, down to the smallest detail.


The handbook was filled with meticulous records of my medical data, along with various precautions.


Everyone at the hospital envied me, secretly asking about my relationship with Lorne.


The night before I was discharged after finishing chemo, Lorne got drunk and stood in my hospital room, hugging me.


He buried his head in my chest, whining:


His pent-up emotions exploded in that instant, and I was completely stunned.


I never thought he would actually confess his feelings.


After that day, things became awkward between Lorne and me.


A strange feeling spread in my heart, and I couldn't even look him in the eye anymore.


Chapter 9