After Trading My Life for Five Million, My Husband Made Eternal Vows with His Mistress

Despite the gradual decline of my senses, I could still see faintly.

Kenneth's eyes reflected deep disgust when he looked at me.

"Now that you've heard everything, I'll be direct. You have a month to find someone else to take you in, or you can go begging, whatever you choose."

"Do you think it's fair to let me go out in my condition? You're forcing me to die."

"Vanessa, remember, our marriage is just a formality. Do you want to depend on me for the rest of your life?"

I didn't want to argue. I knew it was pointless.

I extended my hand. "Kenneth, you have to give me half of the lottery money."

He slapped my hand away.

"Vanessa, don't push it. What does winning the lottery have to do with you? I bought the ticket and cashed it. You're nearly terminally ill, and you're still thinking about money. Isn't that greedy?"

My hands were slapped and felt painful and stinging.

Jose held my hand.

I thought, "Is he looking at my wound?"

"Jose, Mom didn't..."

Before I could finish, Jose bit me hard.

The pain made my head spin, but I stayed still until he was tired of biting.

"Bad mom! If you take the money, what will Dad and I live? And Aunt Leila's wedding gift..."

Kenneth quickly covered Jose's mouth.

I was too exhausted to care.

"Vanessa, our Martin family has treated you well. If you have any conscience, get out of here as soon as possible. Jose will be in high school soon. Don't delay his future."

With that, he took Jose back to his room.

When they passed me, one of them kicked me.

"Dad, last time my classmates came over, they said I have a mom who looks like a 'zombie.' She scared them when she greeted them."

"It's okay, it will be gone soon."

I sat on the floor for the rest of the night.

The system's voice echoed in my mind.

[Host, it's not too late for you to regret now. ]

I didn't respond, staring blankly at the family photo in the living room.

I picked it up to see it clearly, only to find the woman in the photo had become Leila.

The next day, Kenneth took me to the court to file for divorce.

When he left, he was laughing, genuinely happy.

Seeing him so joyful made me realize how hard he had worked to pretend for all these years.

Back home, he embraced and kissed the divorce certificate.

That evening, Leila arrived.

"Is the money ready?"

"Two hundred and eighty thousand dollars, not a cent less!"

"Okay, my parents will come tomorrow for it."

Alone in my room, I laughed bitterly at my absurdity.

Three months ago, I was in agonizing pain and wanted painkillers.

Kenneth had told me it was unhealthy to take them.

He turned around and walked out, scolding me for not being worthy of spending a penny of his money.

I thought I had misheard him back then.

Now, I realized how foolish I had been.

That night, the room was filled with the sounds of Kenneth and Leila making love.

I controlled my emotions and knocked on the door, and after a long wait, Kenneth finally opened it.