Real and Fake Patient: My Wife is Dying

Valery's face turned dark and she sneered, "It's true that it's your house, but I also live here! You can't just think about saving your own life and not care about me, can you?

"You just said that the treatment costs are high. If you sell the house, doesn't it mean that you have to take out a loan later? We are a couple, and your loan is equivalent to my joint debt. When your cancer is cured, I not only have to take care of you but also earn money to buy a house and repay the loan. Have you considered all these?"

As Valery spoke, tears started to flow down her face. We had been married for more than two years and had always been sweet. When I saw her cry, my anger disappeared.

I thought maybe she just encountered a major change and was shocked, so she didn't know how to react.

I handed Valery a tissue awkwardly and explained the seriousness of the situation again, "Honey, the cure rate for this cancer is very high, and it won't affect my work in the future. Trust me, I will definitely work hard to get the house back. Besides, don't you want me to live happily with you for the rest of your life?

"We have been married for more than two years and have been so happy. Don't you want me to cure my illness?"

Valery pushed my hand away and said, 'What's the use of living happily with me? Misfortune befalls a poor couple. I just want to live a simple life with a house and a car. Am I wrong?

"Besides, if you love me, you should give up treatment instead of dragging me down, leaving me all your money and property to make me happy. Have you forgotten your wedding vows to make me happy for the rest of my life?"

I finally understood that Valery didn't even care about my life or death. I sneered, "What if I have to sell the house and take out a loan?"

Valery replied without hesitation, "Then let's get a divorce. You give me some money and I'll leave."