When I Received the Divorce Papers, I had Terminal Cancer

I wiped my face, feeling the wet, cold tears.

I gently rubbed my belly, reassuring myself, "Don't be scared, baby. Even though your dad doesn't want us, I do. You have to grow strong."

The doctor told me that a pharmaceutical company recently developed a new targeted drug that could ease my condition, giving me more time to live. It was enough time for me to give birth.

Coincidentally, this company is run by Jordan's uncle.

I agreed to divorce Jordan, but only on the condition that he ensures my supply of medication.

He agreed, but he didn't even ask why I needed the medication.

I plan to have this baby. The Bell family is so wealthy, there's no way they couldn't afford to raise a child.

Jordan was a well-known young master in Perrim. No one in his family understood why he wanted to become a mortician, but I was the only one who supported his dream.

Back then, he was willing to sever ties with the Bell family to become a mortician.

I was there by his side through those tough times. The irony is that now he's willing to give up his dream for Hannah.

I wrote in my will, carefully and deliberately, that my final wish is for Jordan to personally handle my burial.

I hope there is a soul after death, so I can watch Jordan as he sees my body lying in front of him.