When my husband left me for a 21-year-old woman while I was battling a terminal illness, I was devastated and furious. Little did he know, I wasn’t done fighting — and with the help of my best friend, I was about to unleash a plan that would leave him regretting every deceitful step. When I first felt the lump, I didn’t think much of it.
But a few doctor’s visits later, my world came crashing down. Terminal. The word hung over me like a dark cloud.
Michael was there, holding my hand, promising he’d be with me every step of the way. We had been married for over twenty years, built a life together, and now, this. It was a rare disease, and the treatment was experimental, offering a sliver of hope.
But something changed after the diagnosis. Michael was distant. At first, I thought it was just the stress.
Then, it became clear it was something more. “How are you feeling today?” he asked, eyes glued to his phone. “Same as yesterday,” I replied, hoping for some genuine concern.
He nodded absently, scrolling through whatever was so much more important. “Michael, please, can you just be here with me?”
“I’m here,” he said, but he wasn’t. His mind was miles away.
A few weeks later, Dr. Kim entered my hospital room with a look that made my stomach churn. “Lisa, we need to talk about something serious,” she said, sitting beside me.
“What is it?”
“Your insurance. Michael added a 21-year-old woman named Rebecca as your daughter. Do you know her?”
I felt a cold shock run through me.
“No, I don’t know any Rebecca.”
“I’m sorry to bring this up, but I thought you should be aware.”
After she left, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I grabbed my phone and started searching. It didn’t take long to find a Rebecca on Instagram who was connected to my husband.
There she was, a young woman living a carefree life, and then I saw it — a picture of her holding hands with Michael, his wedding ring unmistakable. When Michael finally showed up for his next visit, I was ready. “Who is Rebecca?” I asked, my voice trembling with controlled rage.
He looked startled. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t lie to me, Michael. I know she’s not our daughter.”
He sighed, rubbing his face.
“Lisa, I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
“Find out what? That you’re cheating on me while I’m dying?”
“It’s not like that,” he started, but I cut him off. “Then what is it like, Michael?
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