After He Cheated, I Shredded His Terminal Diagnosis

Kelvin Richards had always had a powerful desire for intimacy. During the day, he was disciplined and reserved, but by night, his needs were substantial. In recent years, the pressure on him had increased dramatically. He had to be meticulously careful and flawless in every way, which made him more withdrawn. It was only during those tender moments at night, when he whispered breathlessly in my ear, that I caught a glimpse of the young man who used to blush when he saw me.

We were classmates in our master’s program, and he was the one who pursued me. Despite his aloof demeanor, his gaze was intense, and his voice trembled when he was around me, and I quickly fell for him. Later, I stayed at the university and became a psychology professor. Kelvin began as a salaried lawyer, eventually climbing the ranks to become a partner and a nationally renowned divorce attorney, earning millions annually.

In terms of personality, we were quite alike. We were both emotionally stable, rational, pragmatic, and valued a high-quality life, willing to work hard for our ideals. My job was stable and respectable, allowing me to balance family and career. Kelvin's career soared within his professional field. Married for eight years, we treated each other with respect and helped each other grow, living in a luxurious apartment with our son, Emery, who was praised as a child prodigy and was easy to raise. On the surface, we had the perfect family that everyone envied.

However, half a year ago, things began to change. Kelvin had a routine of going for a run at night. Previously, he would always leave at 8 PM and return by 9 PM, followed by a shower and half an hour of family time. But six months ago, he started leaving at 7 PM and wouldn't return until 10 PM. He seemed exhausted when he got back, going straight to bed after his shower, effectively canceling our family time.

I asked him why his runs had become longer. He replied tersely, "The case is going nowhere. Staying out longer helps clear my head." Mental work can be more exhausting than physical labor, so I understood.

Later, he suddenly seemed disinterested in intimacy. I assumed stress was affecting him physically, and not wanting to hurt his pride, I didn't mention it but was quietly worried. This is why, when he was hospitalized after a fall, I urged him to take a break and recover, insisting the doctor give him a comprehensive check-up.

But now, it seems the situation wasn't quite what I had imagined. I lay back on the bed, my eyes wide open in the darkness, staring at the ceiling. His words earlier felt foreign, and his expression seemed unreal. Even after two major blows today, my intense curiosity overshadowed the sadness and anger I should have felt.

I was genuinely curious. What kind of woman on the other end of that line could have transformed Kelvin Richards, who had become the epitome of cold rationality over the years, into such a different person?

I'm straightforward in my approach. The next evening, I put some sleeping pills in his coffee.