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The crushing weight of betrayal, the bitter taste of regret, and the ticking clock of mortality all converge in Elisa's life, creating a storm of emotions and decisions that will define her journey. Once devoted to her family and marriage, Elisa now finds herself standing at a crossroads as she struggles to navigate the unforgivable infidelity of her husband, the shocking revelation of his children born out of wedlock, and the devastating news of her terminal illness. As her future grows dim, Elisa resolves to seize the present and live out her remaining days on her own terms. With newfound resolve, Elisa takes her first tentative steps into a world beyond her marriage, a world that is both terrifying and exhilarating in its possibilities. The encouragement of Dr. Steve, the caring physician who has become a pillar of support, helps her navigate the unfamiliar territory of single life and rekindling her own passions. But as Elisa discovers the joys of independence and self-discovery, the past refuses to let her go. Her husband, desperate to regain control and salvage his image, begins to pursue her with a fervor that borders on obsession.
Elizabeth Pov
The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the city streets as I stepped into my living room, my heart heavy with dread. I had just returned home after a long day of errands, the events of the past week still fresh in my mind.
My husband's late-night phone calls, the way he had begun to grow distant, and now, the laughter I had heard drifting through our bedroom door - it all added up to a terrible truth that I could no longer ignore.
I paused, staring at the closed door, my hand hovering over the knob.
A single tear rolled down my cheek as I hesitated, my heart and mind at war. I knew that opening the door would mean facing a devastating reality - one that could very well shatter the life I had built for myself. But I couldn't escape the burning need to know, to see with my own eyes the truth that I had long feared.
My hand trembled as I finally turned the knob, the weight of my decision pressing down on me like a mountain.
As I pushed the door open, the laughter I had heard earlier ceased, replaced by a chilling silence that seemed to stretch on for eternity.
As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit bedroom, I took in the scene before me with a mix of horror and shock. My husband was sitting on the bed, his arm wrapped around a woman whose face was flushed with the heat of passion.
The world seemed to slow down as their expressions shifted from lustful glee to utter panic, their eyes darting around as if searching for an escape.
"Elizabeth," my husband stuttered, his voice low and strained. "It's not what it looks like."
I stood, silent and statuesque in the doorway, watching as the scene of my shattered life unfolded before my eyes. my husband, his eyes wide with fear and guilt, sat unmoving on the bed, unable to find the words to explain his betrayal. The woman, still flush with passion, attempted to salvage what was left of her dignity, wrapping the sheet around her naked body and pleading for forgiveness.
"It was a mistake," my husband finally whispered, his voice hoarse with guilt. "It didn't mean anything, I swear."
I turned away from the scene before me, unable to bear the sight of my husband's betrayal a moment longer. With silent, swift steps, I moved towards the door, pausing only briefly to gather my keys and purse before slipping out into the cool, night air.
I walked briskly, each step carrying me further away from the pain that had been inflicted upon me, my feet moving like an automaton on autopilot. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't process the devastation that had been dealt to me by the man I had trusted the most in the world.
As I walked, the sound of my phone ringing pierced through the night like a siren. Fumbling for the device, I brought it to my ear, my hand shaking with rage and confusion.
"Hello?" I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Miss Elizabeth," the voice of my doctor responded. "I have the results of your tests, but I think you should come to the hospital as soon as possible."
I stopped in my tracks, the night air turning icy against my skin. "Is something wrong?" I asked, a cold dread sinking deep into my bones.
As I listened to my doctor's voice,
I entered my car driving to the hospital my mind was transported back to that fateful day when everything had changed. I could almost feel the warm spring breeze against my skin as I walked across the school field, my backpack filled with textbooks and dreams for the future.
It was there that I had met Chris for the first time. He had been charming, intelligent, and eager to help me with my injury. I had fallen hard and fast, and before I knew it, we had found themselves alone in the school clinic, our young hearts filled with a passion that had been too strong to resist.
That one night of passion had changed everything. As the weeks passed, I realized that my mistake was about to become a lifelong commitment. I was pregnant, and Chris, my charming and handsome companion, was the father of my child.
It was then that I learned of his family's wealth and power, of his mother's disdain for our relationship. I had never sought anything but love from Chris, but now I found myself on the receiving end of his mother's accusations and prejudices.
"You're nothing but a gold digger," she had spat, her eyes cold and hard as diamonds.
And so, faced with the prospect of raising a child on her own, I made the decision to marry Chris, despite his mother's objections. But it came with a price - a price that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
Chris's mother had agreed to the union on one condition: I would become a full-time housewife, with no rights to the family's wealth or assets. I would be nothing more than a servant, a mere footnote in the lives of my husband and children.
The years passed in a blur, each one marked by the sting of unrequited love, the ache of loneliness, and the bitter taste of betrayal. my life became a constant battle for acceptance, my efforts to prove my worth as a wife and mother always falling short in the eyes of my husband's family.
I cooked, cleaned, raised my children with all the love and care I could muster, but it was never enough. I felt like a ghost, haunting the corners of her own home, invisible to those who should have loved me the most.
The car came to a halt in the hospital's parking lot, the tires crunching on the gravel as I stepped out. my face was ashen, my eyes fixed on the imposing facade of the building that was to be the bearer of my fate.
The walk to the doctor's office felt like an eternity, each step weighing heavily on my soul. I sat on the waiting room, surrounded by strangers, each one oblivious to the storm that was brewing inside me.
The doctor appeared, his face a mask of sympathy and concern. "Miss Elizabeth," he said softly.
"Your test results have come back," he continued, his voice catching in his throat. "I'm so sorry to inform you that you have been diagnosed with glioblastoma. It is an aggressive form of brain cancer that is difficult to treat."
my heart dropped into my stomach. "How long?" she whispered, my voice a mere shadow of its former self.
The doctor took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his words. "It's hard to say, but I believe you may have six months at most."
I nodded, my mind reeling with disbelief.
As the words echoed in my mind, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. All of the sacrifices, all of the effort, the pain and loneliness, and this was to be my reward? A slow, agonizing death?
my life, the very essence of my being, was slipping away, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I felt like a puppet, dancing on the strings of a cruel and uncaring universe.
"Is there no hope?" I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion.
"I'm afraid not," the doctor replied, his face drawn with sadness. "However, we can provide you with palliative care to ease your symptoms and make you as comfortable as possible."
I nodded, my mind numb with shock. "I see," I said softly. "So my fate is sealed."
The doctor hesitated, his hands clasped in front of him. "There are experimental treatments that we can consider, but I cannot promise you any miracles. It's important for you to understand that your time is limited."
my feet moved on autopilot, carrying me out of the hospital and into the bright, bustling world beyond. But as the sunshine hit my face, a sudden wave of dizziness and disorientation overcame me.
Before I realize what was happening, I found myself standing on a busy road, cars whizzing past in a blur of color and noise. I looked around in confusion, my mind a fog of pain and uncertainty.
And then, out of nowhere, I saw the headlights of a car hurtling towards me, its horn blaring in warning.
Just as I felt the rush of air from the oncoming car, a strong hand grabbed me and yanked me out of harm's way. As my eyes adjusted to the blinding sunlight, I realized that I was now standing on the sidewalk, safe from the rushing traffic.
"Are you all right?" a deep, masculine voice inquired, concern clear in its tones.
I turned to face my savior, and found myself looking into the face of a strikingly handsome man. with piercing blue eyes and a confident, yet kind smile.
I couldn't help but be astonished by the man's appearance. He looked like a prince straight out of a fairytale, dressed in a sharply tailored suit that screamed of wealth and sophistication.
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Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!