Betrayed by My Beloved Husband

To spare her husband from despair over his terminal stomach cancer, she emptied her life savings and hid his true diagnosis. But recovery only brought betrayal. He took a mistress, threw her out, demanded her late mother's property, and ultimately poisoned her and her unborn child. Now, she has miraculously woken up on the very day his medical report is released. Armed with a second chance, she will not make the same mistake twice.

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Chapter 4

If it were in the past, I would have kept quiet to avoid making Nathan uncomfortable, but now, I just wanted to annoy her.

"Mom, didn't you teach me that I should obey my husband? I'm just following Nathan's words and not disobeying him."

Iris was at a loss for words, instantly silenced.

Then she waved her hand, signaling me to quickly remove the cigarettes, alcohol, and greasy food, and set up the nutritious meal she had prepared.

A bowl of oatmeal and a few light dishes.

Iris picked up a spoon to feed him.

Nathan suddenly swept the food off the tray onto the floor, shouting hysterically, "I'm sick of eating this food every day. I'm dying. Why can't I eat something good?"

Iris was so shocked that she slapped me. "Huh, what bad things did you say to him?"

Nathan started refusing to cooperate with the treatment.

After five years of marriage, although he didn't say it, I knew the words "late-stage stomach cancer" were deeply imprinted in his mind.

In my previous life, I had quit my job early to take care of him, going to great lengths to hide his condition and find ways to ensure he received proper treatment. In this life, I used financial pressure as an excuse to keep working.

While taking care of him in the hospital, I liked to walk around and often gossiped about cancer death cases I overheard.

When Iris asked him to take his medicine and get an IV, he threw a water cup at her, bruising her hand.

Iris, who had once retained her charm, quickly aged after a few sleepless nights at the hospital.

Meanwhile, my mood improved, and I even started to look younger.

At 9.00 pm, I was about to go home when Iris stopped me, insisting that I stay the night.

I thought it wasn't the right time to confront her, so I endured it.

The next day, just before work, I suddenly received a call from my manager telling me I didn't need to come in anymore.

I was momentarily stunned, gripping my phone tightly, trembling as I asked.

"Mr. Perez, I work hard and haven't made any mistakes. Why are you firing me?"

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