Dangerous Husband Material

Daniel Smith, Emily Williams's husband, was caring for the children of his first love on the day she received her stomach cancer diagnosis.

Michael Brown, clutching a biopsy report, remarked glumly in the hospital hallway, "Emily, the results are out. A 3A malignant tumor has a 15–30% five-year survival rate if surgery is effective."

Emily's thin fingers clamped down on the strap of her sling purse. Her small face was serious and pallid. "Michael, how long do I have left to live if I don't do the surgery?"

Between six and a year. Each has a unique experience. It is preferable in your situation to undergo two rounds of chemotherapy prior to surgery. It will lessen the possibility that the tumor may metastasize or spread."

Biting her lip, Emily managed to force out a "thank you."

"I'm not thanking you. "I'll make the necessary arrangements for your immediate hospital admission," Michael stated.

"It's not necessary. I have no intention of getting treatment. Emily remarked, "I won't be able to get through it."

Michael wanted to add more, but Emily gave him a sidelong glance. Michael, please assist me in keeping this under wraps. My family shouldn't have to worry."

The Williamss had no money. Emily was already having to go above and beyond to pay for her father Mark Williams's medical bills. Certainly, things would get worse if her family found out about her sickness.

With a hopeless sigh, Michael added, "Don't worry. I'll keep my mouth shut. I have heard that you are wed. Your spouse-"

Please take good care of my dad, Michael. I have to leave right now. Emily departed before he could respond, giving the impression that she was really hesitant to discuss this. Michael gave a headshake.

There was a rumor that she had married and left university. The most brilliant student in medical school had plummeted from grace into ruin.

She was the only one who took care of everything during her father's two years of therapy. Her husband had never arrived, not even when she had passed out and been taken to the hospital by onlookers.

Looking back, she could tell that Daniel had really been good to her over the year of their marriage. Unfortunately, things changed when his first love came back to the nation pregnant.

His first girlfriend, Sarah Johnson, and Emily, who was also pregnant, once fell into the sea together. She watched him swimming toward Sarah with all of his strength in the middle of her efforts. She and Sarah both went into labor early as a result of the experience.

Emily was saved too late and did not have enough time to receive the best possible care. Her unborn child had already passed away in the womb when she got to the hospital. Daniel requested a divorce seven days after her baby passed away, but she had not consented to it.

She could no longer conceal her disease now that she was aware of it. Her hands trembling, she dialed his number; after the third ring, he answered.

Without emotion, he declared, "I won't see you unless it's to get divorced."

Emily had to push herself to swallow her remarks regarding her condition as tears flooded her eyes. Suddenly, Sarah's voice could be heard in the background of the phone. "Daniel, it's time for the pediatric check-up."

Emily let loose the tears that she had been holding in for a long time. He had a family with someone else, but her child was gone and her family was destroyed. It was time for this to end, altogether.

She stopped pleading with him. Rather, in a shaky voice, she added, "Daniel, let's get a divorce."

Over the phone, Daniel was visibly taken aback for a brief moment. "Emily, what tricks are you playing this time?" he asked, smirking.

With her eyes closed, Emily murmured, "I'll wait for you at home."

She dropped to the floor against the wall, using all of her effort to hang up on him. She bit her sleeve, clutched her phone, and sobbed silently as the rain poured into the hallway.

She immediately hung up, leaving Daniel staring at his phone blankly.

Why had she suddenly changed her mind today, after a year of the silent treatment, where she refused to get a divorce no matter what? She also sounded emotional in her voice.

Daniel left the ward, staring out at the pouring rain.

Sarah asked, running after Daniel with the babies in her arms, "Daniel, where are you going?" Her kind look turned alarmingly grim the moment she watched him turn to leave.

Emily, what a bitch! She refused to give up even now!

Daniel hadn't entered the home they shared during their marriage in a very long time. He'd thought the villa would be empty and gloomy, with Emily's best dishes piled high on the dining table.

Autumn usually brought the sky down too soon. Even though it was only 6 p.m., night had fallen.

On the dining table, Daniel noticed a vase filled with withered flowers. There was only one explanation that would make sense-wilted flowers wouldn't be left on the table by someone who knew Emily.

She had probably been caring for her father at the hospital because she hadn't been home in a while.

Emily noticed a tall, suit-clad man standing near the dining table when she opened the door. His attractive face had an attitude as icy as ice, and there was intense animosity in his black eyes.

Emily had sprinted in the rain from the car to the house, so she was soaking. She felt a shiver run down her spine as his cold gaze locked on her. "Where were you?" Daniel questioned icily.

Emily's eyes, which had always shone brightly, were now lifeless. With a detached gaze, she asked, "Since when did you care about me?"

"You won't be able to sign the papers if something happened to you," Daniel hissed.

His words were like daggers sticking into her heart. Wet from the rain, she dragged her feet ahead. She calmly took the paperwork out of an envelope without crying or fussing.

"Don't worry, I've already signed them," she replied.

Daniel recognized that he had never considered the word "divorce" to be so offensive in his life when she placed the document on the dining room table. Emily simply wanted to ask for ten million dollars in alimony.

"I was wondering why you decided to get a divorce so quickly. It turns out to be a money grab," he made fun of. She could see only scorn in his eyes.

Emily would have stood up for herself if she hadn't been so tired at the time. Hence, she merely remained in her current position and uttered huskily, "I could have rightfully grabbed half of your net worth, Mr. Smith. However, all I asked for was $10 million. When it comes right down to it, I'm still kind.

Daniel moved forward, enveloping Emily in a lengthy shadow. With thin, frigid fingers he grasped her chin and asked, "What did you call me?"

"Mr. Smith, I don't mind calling you my ex-husband if you object to this method of address. Once the paperwork is signed, you can depart."

Daniel took offense with her conceited expression. "This is my residence. He asked, "Who gave you the authority to ask me to leave?

Emily grinned and replied, "It's true that I don't have the authority. Be at ease, Mr. Smith. I'll relocate as soon as I have my divorce decree."

She then gave him a firm slap on the hand and met his eyes directly. "Mr. Smith, please bring your documents to City Hall tomorrow at 9 am," she stated coldly. I'll run into you there.