A Cancerous Love

My blood ran cold. As I watched the two describe their future together, I couldn't stop trembling.

Gazing at Yara, Hector crooned, "Darling, I'll take the baby with us after she's discharged. The three of us will stay in our new house—far away from this ugly pig."

He talked about me as though I was already dead, showing not even a hint of respect for me.

Yara giggled. "Oh, you know me so well! I'm still so young, after all. If my parents found out that I got pregnant before marriage, I'd be doomed."

She chanced a glance at me and continued, "Besides, childbirth does a lot of damage to the body. Look at her—she literally aged ten years after giving birth. I wouldn't want that!

"By the way, I told my parents that I'm getting engaged soon. So, you and her…"

Hector glanced back at me and replied, "Don't worry. Although it's a shame that she's still alive, I won't be with her anymore. You're the only one for me."

Entwined in each other's arms, they ambled out of my ward.

Why were they so cruel to me? I did nothing wrong!

Angry and aggrieved, I struggled up from the bed, craving an explanation. However, my head suddenly swam, and I collapsed back on the bed again. Having lost too much strength and blood, I hardly had the energy to deal with those two morons.

Hector never came back again.

Recalling their conversation earlier, I whisked out my phone and checked my bank account. The moment I saw my balance, I froze.

My savings over the years—the money Hector had claimed to save for my cancer treatment—were all gone.

As I went through the transactions, I discovered that he not only bought his mistress a house but also a car and loads of designer goods.

That was when I knew giving him my heart had been a mistake.

Being married to Hector for ten years meant enduring ten years of suffering. After graduating, we struggled to make a living, earning every penny through earnest, hard work.

It took him a long time to get through probation, and during those two years, I never bought any new clothes.

At that time, we were living in a shabby rental but were determined to buy a house together. When we finally saved enough to afford a two-bedroom apartment in the city, he transferred all the money to his mistress.

My lips trembled, and I felt my chest tightening.

Just as I curled up on the bed clutching my chest, Ian walked in.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Why was she only given glucose?"

A young nurse came in and replied meekly, "Dr. Doyle cancelled the prescription."

Infuriated, Ian stormed out of the room. I knew he wouldn't allow Hector to hurt me, but I summoned all my strength to grab his wrist.

"Don't go, Ian." I wheezed. "I don't have any money…"

I truly had no money left to pay for any more treatment, and Hector would never spend another cent on me.

As soon as I finished speaking, my vision turned black. I lost consciousness again.