Real and Fake Patient: My Wife is Dying

I looked at the divorce certificate in my hand and thought that I didn't need to be angry with Valery since she was dying. Whether she loved me or not in the past two years, I was very happy during that time.

So I finally told her the truth. "I advise you not to transfer the money to Jarrett. Keep it for yourself. Trust me, you need it."

Valery seemed to be annoyed and transferred the money to Jarrett in front of me. "Why are you so nosy? This is called kinship. He's my family. What's mine belongs to my younger brother, and he will give me everything he has. Don't act like you know everything and command me."

I was too tired to argue with her, so I just said, "Remember to go for a physical examination. There will be a surprise for you." After these words, I got in the car.

Valery knocked on the hood of my car and muttered, "What the hell are you talking about? Don't curse me! I don't need your interference in my affairs. I will be healthy and live a long life.

"You short-lived man!"

I ignored her, honked the horn, and left.

When I drove out of the parking lot, I could still see Valery waving her hand angrily and giving me the middle finger.

The following days were very comfortable for me. I realized that being alone seemed to be more free than being with someone else.

Two months later, Valery appeared at my door, all wet.

I took a look at her. Valery looked tired and thin, completely different from the arrogant one I saw in the court parking lot last time. Her eyes were swollen badly. It seemed like she had been crying for a long time. When she saw me open the door, she immediately grabbed my hand. "Honey, please save me. I... I have cancer. It's already in the middle stage. Now only you can help me."