My Husband Cheated On Me and I Don't Want Him Anymore

After that day, Dewitt became a completely different person.

Even though we were married, he never came home.

His scandals with various actresses continuously made headlines.

The first time I saw these news articles, I hid in a park corner and cried.

But as these reports became more frequent, I gradually grew numb.

I knew my days were numbered, and I was the one who hurt him first, so I felt I had no right to be sad.

One night, he came home drunk with a woman in tow.

"Mr. Larson..."

The woman was pressed against the sofa by him, her resistance half-hearted.

Though I had grown accustomed to seeing such news, witnessing it firsthand still broke my heart.

Later, I found out I was pregnant.

I called him.

"When will you be home tonight? I have something to tell you."

His tone was indifferent when he talked to me on the phone, but he came home unusually early, bringing my favorite strawberry cake.

In the past, when I was angry, he would always bring this to cheer me up.

I took a spoonful and put it in my mouth. Though it was from the same store and the same cake, it seemed to taste different.

As I ate, tears streamed down my face.

He held me tightly.

"Can we live a peaceful life together from now on?" he asked cautiously, afraid I would refuse.

I didn't know how to answer, so I remained silent.

"I saw the pregnancy test in the bathroom. We're having a baby, aren't we?" he asked.

In all the time I'd known Dewitt, it was the first time I saw such excitement and happiness on his face.

I had intended to tell him everything, but seeing his reaction, I suddenly calmed down.

I suddenly realized that if I died in the short future, and our baby died too, the happier he was now, the more it would hurt him later.

"I won't have your baby."

I used all my strength to keep my voice steady.

"There are plenty of women willing to have your child. You don't need me."

He grabbed my shoulders in disbelief.

"You're lying to me, aren't you? Just say the word, and I'll break off with all those women immediately. Please, say you love me."

The once confident, proud man was now begging me to accept his love.

However, I knew I couldn't waver.

From that day on, he never came back.

When I woke up in the hospital, Dewitt was already gone.

I realized he didn't want to see me.

I thought it was for the best. After all, he would get rid of me soon. I was dying, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after.

If my condition worsened quickly, we might not even get to see each other one last time.

We had secretly married, so very few people knew about our marriage.

He publicly announced he would marry a sweet, innocent-looking girl. At that moment, my heart monitor flatlined.

When I was dead, I watched the news about the story between him and that girl. Though it was through a screen, it counted as seeing him one last time.

My spirit involuntarily drifted to his side. He was smiling happily, just like when we were in love.

But when he heard about my death, he left the girl and rushed to my hospital bed.

"Allyson, you must be lying again. You're not really dead, are you? If you wake up, I'll agree to a divorce. Otherwise, you'll never get rid of me. Please, wake up."

"Even in death, you're still tormenting her. She's really had it rough."

The man who was talking was the man I had asked to pretend to be my "boyfriend" in college, Duncan Barrett. He had continued to play that role until my dying day. Having collaborated over so many years, we had become friends.

Seeing Duncan, Dewitt's emotions flared up.

"It's you. It's all your doing. You made her lie to me. She's not really dead."

He grabbed Dewitt's collar.

"What's the matter, Mr. Larson? You have time to flirt with other women but no time to check on your wife's condition?"