I have Terminal Cancer, My Wife Only Saves Her First Love

I stumbled forward and stopped the wheeling bed.

"Did you have the abortion?"

Mia's face was pale. She answered me without any fluster, as if she was talking about something insignificant.

"Well, the gestational age was too advanced, so I had to have an induced abortion!

"It's two girls. So it's not a pity!"

I stared at her with wide eyes, unable to accept that she, who was about to become a mother, said these words.

At first, when it was confirmed that they were identical twins, she was full of expectations. She said that if they were two girls, she would dress them up as little princesses, and she would share girlish things with them in the future. If they were two boys, she would harden them with challenges and there would be three men to protect her.

Her words were still fresh in my mind. Only a few months had passed. Yet she wasn't sad or regretful at all.

A dense pain welled up in my heart, but when I looked at her pale face, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"They are our children, our hard-won children. How can you suddenly be so heartless and give up them so rashly?"

Mia bit her lip and lowered her head without looking at me.

"I just feel that I suffer from bearing children. My figure is ruined, my face is breaking out, and I can't eat or sleep well every day. I just can't continue.

"I heard that giving birth requires either a cesarean section or an episiotomy. I'm scared, I'm so scared..."

As she spoke, she buried her face in the quilt and sobbed.

On the way here, I had thought a lot and I wanted to have a good talk with her.

If she insisted on aborting the children due to physical conditions, I would approve of her choice. After all, I was dying. It would be difficult for her to raise the children alone.

If she were to keep the children, since the kids were my flesh and blood, I would arrange everything before I die, at least ensuring that the three of them have no worries in terms of material needs.

I repressed my hurt feelings and tried hard to build myself up mentally.

Rodrick, isn't this good? Mia decide for you. At least you don't have to make the difficult choice yourself.

Although it hurt, I still found a senior caregiver for Mia. Then I went home to tidy up some daily necessities for her.

Halfway through, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to bring the keys. When I returned to the hospital, I saw Mia tightly embracing another man.

"Mia, does it hurt to have an induced abortion?"

The man's hand caressed my wife's belly. They seemed unusually intimate.

I know that man. He was Mia's childhood friend, Mateo Ferrari.

"I heard it's two girls, very beautiful and healthy. Does your heart ache?"

Suddenly, a wave of fear rose in my heart. I felt like something was slipping out of my control.

"No. They are just two pieces of flesh. Once they're gone, they're gone.

"Mateo, nothing is more important than you. Even if it hurts, I can endure it for you!"

Mateo caressed Mia's face with deep emotion, and his voice was sticky.

"Mia, I didn't expect that you would do so much for me.

"As long as I still have breath, I will be good to you and never let you down."

Mia's eyes were full of deep affection, a look I had never seen before.

"Mateo, when I recover, I will immediately give birth to a healthy son for you."

When the atmosphere reached its peak, the two of them got closer and closer, their lips and teeth intertwining affectionately...