My Son Died and I Got Cancer, My Husband Regretted It

"What are you doing here?"

My mother, Amanda Stone, was furious, knowing well that the last person I wanted to see was Shawn.

Despite her fiery temper, she treated Shawn like her own son, not because he was exceptional, but because she always heard me praise him as a good husband and father.

In reality, Amanda was fully aware of his attitude towards me in daily life, but she chose to look the other way and remained silent about it.

However, the situation with Greyson and me had left her utterly disappointed.

"My colleague has a bad case of gastritis, so I brought her here.

"Mom, did your blood pressure spike again?" Shawn explained, trying to diffuse the tension.

Amanda, with a cold tone, remarked, "My blood pressure was fine until I saw you."

Shawn, trying to appease the situation, said, "Mom, I know you're upset about me not being home much lately. I promise to spend more time with Sandra and Greyson from now on."

"It's too late. Don't call me Mom anymore," Amanda replied sharply.

As the door swung open, Shawn grabbed Amanda's hand.

"Mom, both of you have fiery tempers. But I need to discuss something with you.

"My colleague's gastritis is severe, and she needs to be hospitalized. The last available bed was taken by you guys. How about you stay at our place for a few days, and Sandra can take care of you..."

Before he could finish, Amanda's hand connected with his face with a loud slap, causing Shawn to stumble and sit on a nearby chair.

The other patients' families in the room were stunned, their attention drawn to the commotion at the door.

Jennifer, pointing at Amanda, exclaimed, "Why did you hit him?"

In response, Amanda slapped Jennifer back, saying, "Sly vixen, who are you to question me?"

The onlookers chimed in, "He had it coming. Let him be."

Jennifer, now in tears, felt wronged and upset.

Shawn, holding his face in shock, never expected Amanda to be so fierce.

"Mom, why are you being unreasonable?"

Amanda retorted, "Unreasonable? Since when did slapping someone require reason? If you don't like it, call the cops on me.

"Don't call me Amanda anymore. It disgusts me. The biggest regret of my life was agreeing to let Sandra marry you!"

Addressing Jennifer, she added, "You, cry in a corner or I'll slap you again!"

Shawn, silenced by Amanda's outburst, could only watch in disbelief.

Jennifer, feeling neglected by Shawn's lack of defense, pulled away from his grasp, saying, "Enough, stop fighting. It's my fault. I'll leave."

Shawn, not wanting to let her go, tried to hold onto her, resulting in a brief struggle between the two.

Unable to bear the drama any longer, an elderly woman who had been watching the scene unfold stormed out, cursing at them.

"What kind of soap opera is this? One acts like she's dying from gastritis, the other doesn't care about her wife undergoing chemotherapy, and you're still fighting over a hospital bed for your mistress? What a perfect match!"

"What?"

Shawn, taken aback, entered the room to find me receiving chemotherapy.

His hands trembled when he realized the gravity of the situation, and he struggled to find the right words.

"Sandra, why didn't you tell me about this?" he finally managed to say, crouching down beside me and taking my hand, a rare moment of tenderness.

"Sandra, I had no idea earlier. If you want to hit back, go ahead, but don't be upset," he murmured, regretting the earlier altercation.

Jennifer's expression shifted from hurt to innocence as she apologized with hidden joy, "I'm sorry, Sandra. We didn't know about your cancer."

Pointing towards the door, I coldly replied, "You know now? Then leave."

Shawn gestured for Jennifer to stay quiet, then spoke softly, "Sandra, fight this disease with all you've got. If our son sees you like this, it'll break his heart."

Amanda gave him a shove to the side.

"Son? You still remember you have a son?"

Shawn obviously hadn't quite grasped what was going on.

Just then, Martin Garrix walked into the room.

He was Greyson's oncologist and now my surgeon.

"The treatment plan is set, the cancer cells have spread, we can't delay any longer. After this round of chemotherapy, surgery is necessary. Please have the family sign the consent form," he stated.

"I'll take care of it. I'm the patient's husband."

Shawn rushed forward.

Martin furrowed his brow, asking, "Ms. Hayes, I remember on the day of Greyson's bone marrow matching, you said his father had passed away, didn't you?"

"What?"

The pen in Shawn's hand clattered to the floor.

As if remembering something, he trembled as he held Martin's hand, voice quivering.

"Bone marrow matching? Are you saying... my son really has leukemia?"

Martin glanced at Amanda, who was rolling her eyes, and Jennifer, who was covering her face.

Then, he understood the situation roughly and said with disdain, "With a father like you, it's a blessing for the child to go."

Shawn collapsed on the floor.

His hand accidentally bumped into the Superman figure standing on the table.

With a clang, the Superman's body was shattered into pieces.

A shiny metal piece rolled a few times and fell beside the chair.

Shawn stared at the items on the floor, momentarily stunned.

After a moment, he looked at Jennifer, his eyes widening.