Dying in ICU, Betrayed by My Husband

When I was hemorrhaging in the ICU, Wallace was in my exclusive hospital room with his first love Aurora, having sex.

I posted the photos the nurse took of the lingerie scattered all over the floor and used condoms in the patient group chat.

"Mr. Wallace, please have your first love clean up the filth on the floor."

But unexpectedly, Wallace called me.

Aurora's moans came through the phone:

"Wallace... don't bite there... let's go to the bathroom."

In the background was Wallace's indulgent whisper: "She's dying anyway, what's there to be afraid of?"