Ashes of Affection
Language: en
The day I was diagnosed with cancer, I ran home, ecstatic, clutching the test results. The front door opened. My parents and brother were, as always, surrounding the fake heiress, coddling her. I rushed in, slammed the report on the table, and said: "Mom, Dad, Ethan, I have stomach cancer. It's terminal. I won't live past three months." They froze. My heart swelled with anticipation, expecting to see their faces twist with regret. I thought, even if they cried and begged on their knees, I wouldn't forgive them. But the scene I imagined never happened. They passed the diagnosis…