Thalia Rourke

The day I received the cancer diagnosis report was the Qixi Festival.
To avoid worrying my husband and son, I lied about working overtime and went out alone to relax.
However, I ended up seeing my husband and his first love holding hands with my son, looking like a family.
The man I stayed with in the basement sneered, "Song Wanwan, you've been in Su Xiaoyue's place for so many years, it's time to give it back."
The boy I lulled to sleep countless nights stood in front of the mistress:
"Aunt Xiaoyue is gentle and cooks well; I want her to be my mom."
They all wished me dead.
And I was indeed nearing death.
But why, when I was dying, did these people rush to my bedside, kneeling and begging me not to leave!
Moreover, surprisingly to everyone, my husband's pure first love, turned out to have such a complicated past.

After Song Wanwan's Betrayal, Husband and Son Beg Her Not to Die on Qixi

Gu Ze's voice was a bit panicked, he really couldn't bear to see his first love suffer any grievance.


"Song Wanwan, what else do you want to do!?"


After hanging up the phone, I began to organize my medical records.


The first one was the cancer diagnosis paper from Valentine's Day.


Combined with a picture of Su Xiaoyue flaunting her love on social media.


On the left was the cold diagnostic notice, on the right was the warm family of three, on a romantic Valentine's Day.


Every picture of flaunting their love was paired with a hospital diagnosis or treatment notice.


From diagnosis, to chemotherapy, to the critical illness notice...


I opened the local forum and posted a thread.


"Taking my husband wasn't enough, the mistress pushed step by step, made me get cancer, waiting for me to die!"


After posting the thread, I started posting evidence every two hours.


Chapter 8