My Final Wish Is to Walk Away from You

The day I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer, intimate photos of Xavier Spencer and that woman went viral again.

The Spencer family heir’s affair caused chaos in the stock market overnight.

Shareholders urged me to make a statement, and the media demanded an immediate response—just like countless times before.

Xavier called, his tone cold and arrogant.

“I’m busy taking Lily to the play. Handle it yourself—you’re used to it anyway.”

Then he added, “And if you dare say a single bad word about her, the Williams family won’t just go bankrupt.”

This time, I didn’t argue or lose control.

I simply looked at the two urns on the table and said quietly, “I understand.”

I told the PR department to prepare for a press conference, but tore up the speech they wrote for me.

They say people nearing death make a bucket list to avoid regrets.

But mine had only one thing—divorcing Xavier.

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…The press conference had barely ended when Xavier called, furious.

“I told you to clarify the rumors. Who said you could mention divorce?”

“What’s the difference between that and calling Lily a mistress in public?!”

I froze, a wave of absurdity washing over me.

How could I have mistaken him for someone afraid of losing our marriage?

Pressing my aching stomach, I replied calmly, “Since you love her so much, shouldn’t you give her a proper place?”

“This position never truly belonged to me. I’m just returning it to its rightful owner.”

There was silence, then a mocking laugh.

“Do you think Lily is as selfish as you? She only ever cared about me.”

“Nina Williams, you really think you can play the victim and I’ll sign the papers? Not that easy.”

“You stole the title of Mrs. Spencer—now you’ll sit there and cry. Unless I get tired of you, don’t even think about leaving.”

He hung up abruptly.

He must have been disappointed not to see my usual humiliated and submissive self.

The video of me announcing my divorce was quickly erased from the internet.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

I no longer had the time or strength to keep playing this cruel marriage game. I didn’t even need his signature.

When I arrived at the old house, my grandpa, Charles Spencer, was waiting for his studies.

Hearing that I wanted a divorce, he frowned. “Nina, I know you’ve suffered these past years. Xavier just lost his way for a while. Marriage isn’t a game. You can’t divorce out of anger—especially with your parents…”

Before he could finish, I shook my head gently.

“Grandpa, my parents are gone. Letting me divorce is their last wish—and mine.”

When he saw the two urns beside me and the cancer diagnosis, Grandpa Charles fell silent, shocked.

“Before I die, I just want a few peaceful days. Please, help me—for the sake of the child you watched grow up.”

Xavier might be the head of the Spencer family now, but I knew Grandpa Charles could still make it happen.

After a long silence, he finally sighed.

“Go, then. It’s the Spencer family that wronged you. That boy… he truly failed you.”

He had watched both of us grow up—and he had witnessed how I slowly withered in this marriage.