My Dying Breath, His Endless Regret

My Dying Breath, His Endless Regret

Gavin

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"Stage IV lymphoma." Dr. Carter's words hung in the air. I had only months to live, and the treatment required a family member's consent. My powerful relatives were strangers, detached from my pain. My heart clung to one person: Liam, my husband. He was my last hope. But when I called, he rejected my calls. When he finally came home, he sneered, accusing me of "faking for attention." He walked out, leaving me alone, calling a cousin over caring for his dying wife. The next day, when I blurted out "I have cancer," he laughed, "That's a new one. You're getting creative." He refused to sign the forms, abandoning me. His callousness cut deeper than any illness. Then, my cousin Savannah showed up, admitting she had drugged Liam and framed me three years ago, destroying my life. Liam's life. But before I could react, she slashed her own arm with a letter opener, screaming that I attacked her. Liam burst in, embraced her, and glared at me with pure hatred, dragging me to the hospital to apologize. How could he be so blind? How could he believe her monstrous lies over his own dying wife? Didn't he see he was the fool, playing into her cruel game? The injustice, the betrayal, pushed me to my breaking point. But as the world faded to black, a desperate thought sparked: what if I confessed to her lies? What if exposing the monster he believed me to be was the only way to reveal the true monster lurking in the shadows?

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"Stage IV lymphoma." Dr. Carter's words hung in the air.

I had only months to live, and the treatment required a family member's consent.

My powerful relatives were strangers, detached from my pain.

My heart clung to one person: Liam, my husband. He was my last hope.

But when I called, he rejected my calls. When he finally came home, he sneered, accusing me of "faking for attention."

He walked out, leaving me alone, calling a cousin over caring for his dying wife. The next day, when I blurted out "I have cancer," he laughed, "That's a new one. You're getting creative." He refused to sign the forms, abandoning me.

His callousness cut deeper than any illness.

Then, my cousin Savannah showed up, admitting she had drugged Liam and framed me three years ago, destroying my life. Liam's life. But before I could react, she slashed her own arm with a letter opener, screaming that I attacked her.

Liam burst in, embraced her, and glared at me with pure hatred, dragging me to the hospital to apologize.

How could he be so blind? How could he believe her monstrous lies over his own dying wife? Didn't he see he was the fool, playing into her cruel game? The injustice, the betrayal, pushed me to my breaking point.

But as the world faded to black, a desperate thought sparked: what if I confessed to her lies? What if exposing the monster he believed me to be was the only way to reveal the true monster lurking in the shadows?

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