All Chapters of Giving Her Cancer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Just before my third major surgery, when half my liver was scheduled to be removed, my father got on his knees in front of my husband, Howard Gross."I'm begging you, Howard. Just let Yvonne pass away in peace. Just give up on seeking treatment. She has gone through far too much suffering already."Howard looked down at Dad, who was pleading profusely, and dragged him off to the side with an indifferent look on his face."I know you love Yvonne, but you should know that she's my wife. I won't cut off her treatment and let her die just because you're begging me to."Dad stumbled over and slumped onto the floor.I, the gaunt and frail patient, was lying on the hospital bed. When I saw what happened, I felt as if I were being repeatedly stabbed with a dagger. I was overwhelmed with anguish, but the pain of that was no match for getting various organs taken out of me.I was diagnosed with cancer three years ago. When I got the medical report back and told Howard about it, he immediat

I completely lost consciousness after that.When I woke up again, I heard a sweet female voice saying, "I'm so sorry, Howie. It's all my fault for being so weak. That's why you have to go through all that trouble just to keep Yvonne alive. Are you sure it's alright to take out her esophagus like that?"Howard gently responded, "You're too kind-hearted for your own good. Yvonne should've died a long time ago. She wouldn't have been lucky enough to live this long if it hadn't been for you. It's thanks to you that she got to live another three years. What's the big deal about making her donate her corneas to you?"And yet, not only does she not show any gratitude to you for being her savior, but she's even delusional enough to want to divorce me so that she doesn't have to donate her corneas to you. Since she's so vicious, I might as well make sure she can never speak again."I shuddered as I took in their conversation. Even though I hadn't fully regained my mental clarity, I instinct

Perhaps the resentment that consumed me somehow kept me alive. Even though my heart had stopped beating for half a minute, the doctors managed to resuscitate me anyway.And, after hearing a smattering of comments Howard made, I firmly believed that he had caused Dad's death.I heard him tell the police officer in charge of the investigation that Dad died in the fire because he had used a heater that required too high of a voltage.What he didn't know was that ever since Mom died, Dad never used the heater again, not even when it was snowing outside.From then onward, whenever I saw Howard, I would clench my jaw in resentment. Nevertheless, I adamantly held on. I forced myself to keep my emotions in check and to live as long as I could.Maybe the intense desire I felt led to the manifestation of my wish. Slowly, my eyesight started turning blurry, and my eyes gave me more and more pain. Every day, it felt as if my pupils were being ripped out of my eye sockets.Still, no matter ho

Camilla secretly ran off when Howard was at work. She even took everything of value in the house with her.When Howard came home that day to find Camilla gone, his expression was extremely foul. He was so infuriated that he thrashed everything that was left in the house.Alas, before he could fully vent his anger, the hooligans came knocking again. Not only did they destroy everything in the house, but they even threatened to cut off one of his fingers as a warning.Battered and bruised yet again, Howard had no choice but to sell off the house he was living in. It was the only property he had.The day Howard paid off the debt, the private investigator I hired for two million dollars delivered him a gift too—photos of Camilla with all the guys she had hooked up with all these years. The gift also included the truth about why she had broken up with him back then.Howard and Camilla's relationship didn't come to an end because of Howard's mother after all. At the time, Camilla had al