Real and Fake Patient: My Wife is Dying

To shield his cancer-stricken wife from despair, a devoted husband concocts a desperate lie: he claims he is the one who is terminally ill and suggests selling their home to fund his treatment. But his selfless deception backfires spectacularly. Instead of offering support, his wife furiously demands a divorce. Backed by her hostile relatives, she accuses him of trying to ruin her life, coldly declaring that when disaster strikes, it is every person for themselves.

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Chapter 6

Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate anymore. "Okay, let's get divorced. Anyway, we don't have any property to divide."

Jarrett said arrogantly, "The house, the car, and the savings must all be divided equally. Do you expect Valery to leave with nothing?"

Then I realized why so many people were here. It turned out that they were here for my money. I was not in a panic. Instead, I smiled and sat on the sofa. "Then let's not get divorced. I will still sell the house and take out a loan to treat the illness. At that time, you can wait to share the debt with me."

Several people discussed it at once, saying that they would sue me in court and file for divorce, and then they said they would cause trouble at my workplace, making me unpeaceful in my life.

I still smiled and said, "You won't get any benefits by suing for divorce in court, let alone if I don't agree, you can't get divorced. Even if you did, these properties are all mine before marriage and cannot be given to Valery."

I paused and said, "As for causing trouble at my workplace, I don't care about it. I have cancer and I'm dying. Do you think that I'll still care about my dignity and reputation? It's best if you just make me popular on the internet. Maybe I can crowdfund for medical treatment!"

They whispered for a while and finally said they wanted 40 thousand dollars. As long as I gave them the money, we could get a peaceful divorce and become strangers in the future. I calculated it myself. The house and car were bought by me before marriage, but the income after marriage needed to be divided equally. My annual salary was about 90 thousand dollars. If we went to court, the court would probably support giving them 40 thousand dollars.

I thought, Forget it. Just spend the money to buy some peace. Otherwise, if we can't get divorced, I will have to spend at least one million dollars to treat Valery's illness.

They were afraid that I would change my mind, so they took me directly to the Family Court. Valery and I went through the procedures quickly, and everything would be done after one month.

Valery took the divorce receipt and looked at me coldly, saying, "Don't play any tricks on me in a month. Otherwise, even if cancer doesn't let you die, I won't let you live!"

I just nodded and didn't say anything.

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