On My Funeral Day, My Husband Married His First Love

Three years into her marriage with Dylan, a terminally ill wife is confronted by a young, pregnant woman demanding she step aside. While the mistress expects a bitter divorce battle, the protagonist knows a far darker fate awaits her husband. Before any legal papers can be signed to end their union, Dylan will find himself a widower rather than a divorcé. Battling a secret, fatal cancer diagnosis, she watches her failing marriage crumble as her own final days rapidly approach in this emotional modern novel.

Chapters

Chapter 1

In the third year of my marriage to Dylan, a young, beautiful, energetic girl showed up with a pregnant belly.

"I'm pregnant with Dylan's baby. Be smart and divorce him voluntarily," she said.

"Divorce?" I laughed.

My laugh was rather weird.

Perhaps before the divorce day came, he would become a widower.

Because I had cancer. I was dying.

***

The day I was diagnosed with bile duct cancer, the sky was drizzling and foggy. It was just like my mood, which was ashen.

I held my phone, wanting several times to call Dylan and have a good cry.

Why was fate so cruel? I was just in my early thirties. How could I have such a terminal illness!

But I held back.

I couldn't tell him.

Even if I told him, what could he do?

The doctor said I had only three to five months left. Even if I told him, it wouldn't solve anything. It would only add to the sorrow and worries.

I didn't want to make him worry.

I didn't want to see him cry until his eyes were red.

I immediately decided to use the remaining time to say a proper goodbye to him.

But while I was still carefully planning, his lover showed up with her pregnant belly.

How ironic!

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