The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 35

Actually, I had known about Davon's cancer diagnosis long before.

But it wasn't late-stage yet. There was still a chance for treatment. I never expected him to give up so easily. I never thought my in-laws and sister-in-law would give up so quickly, either.

The pain was unbearable. I went to the bathroom to wash my tear-streaked face.

I couldn't help but touch the real diagnosis report in my bag.

It was the last check-up report from Davon's medical exam. Perhaps it was too old, and Davon had forgotten about it. I had managed to get it back just now.

The diagnosis read: Stage 2 cancer.

The doctor's words echoed in my mind: He said there was still a 50% chance with conservative treatment, but if left untreated, it would progress to stage 4 in a month, and then it would be incurable.

In other words, my husband's life, if untreated, likely only had one month left.

I had discovered his affair last month. His mistress was pregnant with his child, a boy—far more valuable than my daughter.

Since he didn't want treatment, and his life was nearing its end, I wouldn't hold any grudges.

After all, I was a good person. In the days to come, I would help Davon through his last days.

I wiped away my tears and walked out.