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The "Dying Wife" He Abandoned: Too Late to Regret

The "Dying Wife" He Abandoned: Too Late to Regret

Author: Rabbit
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1142    |    Released on: 02/03/2026

wrong intake report and thought I was th

bout to go public. Cash flow is tight. For the

pocket, the one with Ethan's name on it

nts, transferred 50 million dollars in assets, and even s

gala, he wrapped an arm around Bella Carrow, his mis

d from his nose, splattering

ed my lips into a cold smile. "Becaus

..

byterian Hospital, Dep

broken only by the occ

harp scent of disinfe

ront of the triage desk, holding a

r were sharp, still w

before me, hands tucked into t

ression was profession

eport, "the biopsy confirms glioblastoma, grade fo

letters blurred for a mo

n, survival is unlikely to exceed six months," he continued.

was Ethan,

had complained about persisten

orate roadshow and was rushed to the

at the end of the c

teps echoed

tailored suit, his tie slightly crook

ome from a pr

his hand, the screen lit up

thout looking at me and asked t

as sharp,

urriedly pulled a brown envelope from

en I notice

In the patient field of the preliminary repo

nam

lips, about

snatched the envel

pped the real report, the one that re

diagnosis and sc

I saw his pupils

f a man staring str

nctively, I reach

o be afraid, that the name

o call the doctors immediately. No matter

epped back h

subtle, yet unm

t to rest on my shoulder and instead li

on on his face vanish

he same cold composure I had seen when

doing t

ng to list on the Meridian Exchange,

nomical medical bills might strain cash flow, and whether the liquidat

f silence felt like

"the company is in its Quiet Period. Any large ca

froze

looked toward the wall a

illions of dollars, we'll lose everything in the end. For the bigger pictu

l clung to

sick" reached the edge of my lip

I had shared a bed w

motivation, that once the company went pu

death, I had become a liabili

?" I aske

ll arrange the best hospice care for you. But surgery... the doctor sai

sk whether there

dy sentenced

y coat pocket, curle

ed into a wrinkled ball, its s

t me painfull

e was worth less tha

om my face, my voice steady.

eed and paused for a moment. Then he nod

e down when you're ready.

ned and walked to

risk. He didn't

r and watched his figure disappear

tared at the name printed on it-Ethan Vance. Then I tore it int

ver me, I would make sure he

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