False Diagnosis, Real Betrayal
Language: en
"The test results confirm late-stage stomach cancer. It's terminal." My husband Mark shoved me to the floor. "Why waste money on you? Chloe needs it for her business!" I never imagined that on the day I received my terminal diagnosis, my husband would be transferring our life savings to another woman. In desperation, I tried to sell my jewelry, only to learn every piece was fake. "Of course I swapped them out," Mark sneered. "Did you think I'd let you waste our future on a corpse?" Just as I reached my lowest point, the hospital called. There'd been a system error in the lab. "You're…