After my husband's car accident, I did a checkup and found out he had a malignant brain tumor. Instead of telling him right away, I stuck the report in my bag, planning to wait for the right moment. Guess what? He found it first—and thought I was the one with the tumor. A few days later, I overheard him in his office, laughing with a buddy: "My wife? No looks, no figure, just money—and now she's got a brain tumor. Talk about a win for me. If Rainee hadn't gone abroad, I'd never have married her. Bad luck, huh? At least I dodged the kid bullet. Once she's gone, I get everything." Then he pulled the amnesia card, blamed it on the accident, and started treating Rainee like his wife. He even welcomed her into our house. I smiled and said, "Nathan, let's get a divorce."
View MoreNathan slumped against the wall, his whole body convulsing before he vomited violently.Rainee shrieked. "Disgusting!"Everyone froze—cops, bystanders, even the wind seemed to stop for a second. Nurses and doctors rushed in, trying to get Nathan onto a hospital bed, but he thrashed like a trapped animal."You're not taking me!" he roared. "I'm not leaving! I don't want to die!"A nurse stepped in, firm but calm. "Who said you're going to die? Lie down and stay still!"Rainee let out a cold, bitter laugh. "Oh, he's dying, all right. What's the point of pretending? There's cancer eating away at his brain!"Nathan froze. His bloodshot eyes locked on her, wild and furious. In a flash, he lunged, grabbing her by the neck with both hands. "If I die, you're coming with me!"This is your fault! If it weren't for you, Liana wouldn't have left me! I wouldn't be like this! It's all because of you!"The cops surged forward, yelling, "Nathan Hale! You're already under investigation for assa
A week before the trial, the call finally came. Mr. Whedon, the PI, sounded grim. "Ms. Carter, we've found what you asked for. But... you'll need to come in and confirm it."The weight in his voice hit me like ice water. Was this it? The truth I'd been dreading?I barely remember the drive to his office, just the pounding in my chest that wouldn't quit.When I got there, he slid a stack of photos across the desk, his face unreadable. "These are from the Oceanview Market surveillance. The footage was damaged, but we salvaged these. They show the person who knocked you down and ran."My hands shook as I picked them up. Each photo hit like a punch. By the third one, my breath caught.Memories I'd buried came rushing back, sharp and raw.That day, I'd just left a prenatal checkup, glowing with hope. Nathan had called."Liana, swing by Oceanview and grab some shrimp? I'll cook for you tonight after my meeting."I'd smiled at the thought. My perfect little family was so close—just mo
Just then, Rainee walked up behind me, yanking off her sunglasses. Her face was twisted in disgust. "Cut the act, Liana! I talked to a lawyer. The company's marital property. Nathan's been running it all along, so it belongs to him—fair and square!"I couldn't help but laugh. " You should've done your homework. The land for the company was bought before we got married. It didn't start operations until afterward."Nathan's face turned red as he shoved her aside. "Rainee! Didn't I tell you not to come here? What the hell are you doing?!"She stiffened and snapped back, "Oh, so I'm not allowed here now? Don't forget, without me, you'd have nothing! You idiot!"Nathan ignored her and turned to me instead, his eyes wild, voice cracking. "Liana, please don't listen to her. I don't care about the company—take it if you want. Just... don't divorce me! Don't leave me!"I stared back, unflinching, feeling nothing but icy emptiness.The truth was simple. I'd bought the company when the mark
After leaving the hospital, I headed straight to a law firm to meet a trusted friend. I needed a private investigator—there were loose ends to tie up before my four-year stint overseas for a medical research project.Sitting in the firm's waiting area, I scrolled through my social media feed out of habit. Right at the top was Rainee's latest post:[1+1=3. This is my happiness.]The picture? A two-month pregnancy ultrasound.Nathan's brain cancer was a fact. And now this? Was she serious?I tapped like on her post, then added a comment: [Better make sure your baby's dad divorces me ASAP. Otherwise, your kid's staying illegitimate.]One swipe later, I blocked them both.***Later that evening, my phone buzzed—it was Nathan's mom, Margaret.She'd always been kind, the type who didn't meddle or expect much, even after I married Nathan. Hearing her voice now, shaky and unsure, caught me off guard."Liana..." she started, hesitating. "I know Nathan's done terrible things to you, bu
Nathan stumbled toward me, bloodshot eyes bulging as he roared, "Liana Carter! You lied to me!"He raised his fist like he was going to do something, but it just hung there before dropping limply to his side. His voice turned bitter. "No, wait. You're a doctor! Why didn't you tell me sooner? Were you just waiting for me to die?!"Clara stepped in like a shield, shoving him back before he could get any closer. "What are you even talking about? The hospital called you a long time ago, telling you to come back for treatment!"You told them no one in your family had cancer! You said it couldn't be cured, so what was the point of treating it anyway!"When Nathan reached for me again, Clara didn't miss a beat. "The hospital has call recordings. Should I pull those up for you?" Her tone cut through the chaos like a knife.That was it. Clara's support cracked something inside me wide open, and all the bitterness and pain I'd shoved down came rushing out. Tears spilled before I could stop
When I brought up divorce, Nathan's face twisted. He snatched the papers off the table and shredded them in one quick motion."Divorce? Do you think I'm an idiot? You're not getting away with this. I'm not signing a thing."His jaw clenched as he spat out his next words. "This is just another one of your little schemes to scam me, isn't it? Newsflash—it's not happening."I had expected this reaction, so I didn't hold back. "You won't sign because you're waiting for me to die and cash in on my inheritance. Am I wrong?"His eyes narrowed, rage flickering across his face. Then he grabbed my suitcase and chucked it out the door. "Shut your mouth! Get out—now!"Rainee, standing beside him, put on her best 'concerned girlfriend' act, grabbing my hand. "Liana, please. Don't upset Nathan. He's been through so much already."I couldn't help but laugh. Pitiful? Without me, he'll finally understand the real meaning of the word.***After I left, I decided it was time to quit the hospital.
Halfway through packing, my eyes locked on a dark green box shoved into the back of the cabinet—the one Nathan always said was off-limits.Well, too bad. What else did I have to lose?I flipped it open, and the pain hit like a wrecking ball.Inside were plans Nathan and Rainee had made—"99 things to do together."The first card on top? Real cute: [In this life, I want to have a beautiful baby with Rainee.]And the back? A gut punch: [Last time, Liana accidentally got pregnant. I'll only have kids with Rainee. Thankfully, she miscarried.]The baby I'd dreamed about for so long—Nathan hated it from the start.Everything clicked. He never let go of Rainee. He never wanted me. I was just the paycheck.I blinked back the tears, snapped a few photos, and put the box right back where it was.Then, the front door beeped. My stomach flipped as I peeked through the crack.Nathan. With Rainee.He looked excited, holding her hand. "Rainee, my brain's been a little off since the accident
I stood outside Nathan Hale's office, chest heaving, my hands trembling. His voice carried through the door, casual and cruel.Not only did he think I had a brain tumor, but he sounded downright disgusted by me.I almost barged in, ready to demand an explanation, but then his tone shifted—soft, affectionate. My heart sank. He was on the phone with Rainee Slade."Rainee, you coming over later? I'll pick you up, and we'll hit our spot. Don't worry. Feeling so much better now—thanks to you. You've been amazing. Not like Liana, who couldn't care less. Honestly, I regret everything."I stared at the container of soup in my hands, hours of effort now mocking me. A cold wave washed over me.Yeah, Nathan. Same here.When his call ended, I bolted. On my way out, I passed a trash can and chucked the soup without even slowing down.Before I made it far, Nathan texted me: [In a meeting. Back late.]I locked the screen, staring at my reflection in the black glass. God, I'd never felt smalle
I stood outside Nathan Hale's office, chest heaving, my hands trembling. His voice carried through the door, casual and cruel.Not only did he think I had a brain tumor, but he sounded downright disgusted by me.I almost barged in, ready to demand an explanation, but then his tone shifted—soft, affectionate. My heart sank. He was on the phone with Rainee Slade."Rainee, you coming over later? I'll pick you up, and we'll hit our spot. Don't worry. Feeling so much better now—thanks to you. You've been amazing. Not like Liana, who couldn't care less. Honestly, I regret everything."I stared at the container of soup in my hands, hours of effort now mocking me. A cold wave washed over me.Yeah, Nathan. Same here.When his call ended, I bolted. On my way out, I passed a trash can and chucked the soup without even slowing down.Before I made it far, Nathan texted me: [In a meeting. Back late.]I locked the screen, staring at my reflection in the black glass. God, I'd never felt smalle...
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