Caught Him Cheating, I Disappeared With My Illness

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband Ethan brought his pregnant subordinate home.

After I caught the two of them in bed together, Ethan said disdainfully: "Unlike you, a dead fish, I have needs. Vivian is younger than you. She understands what I want."

Right in front of me, he put Vivian's feet on his lap and massaged them.

I didn't cry or make a scene. I just packed a few old clothes in front of them.

I tore up the terminal illness diagnosis I'd been hiding and flushed the pieces down the toilet.