Before Fake Cancer, He Chose Her

When I found out my husband Jones's terminal cancer diagnosis was a mistake, I breathed a sigh of relief.

But when I got home to tell him the good news, he handed me divorce papers instead.

"I've settled for you my whole life. Now that I only have three months left, I want to spend them with the person I truly love. Please grant me this final wish."

I stared at the divorce agreement, stunned.

What I didn't expect was what Jones said next:

"Can't you even grant me this one last wish? I'm dying anyway—I'll leave with nothing. All the assets go to you!"