Terminal Cancer: My Husband's Young Secretary Says I'm Faking It
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Terminal Cancer, Husband Falls for His Young, Juicy Secretary I return home after chemotherapy to find my husband in our marital bed with his secretary, their bodies intertwined in passion. Seeing me, the secretary giggles coyly: "Oh sis, don't be angry. I'm just helping take some of the burden off you, since I was worried it might be too much for you to handle." My husband casually lights a post-coital cigarette: "You never let me touch you anymore. You're as cold as a dead fish in bed!" "I've been so pent up I'm about to lose it. Amber here has been working overtime to help you out.…