Beyond His Savior's Touch

Name: Beyond His Savior's Touch
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My husband, Ben, a tech genius, poured his entire fortune into building a neuro-oncology center, a monument of science, all to save me from an aggressive brain tumor. Everyone called him a savior. But the day they announced the first human trial, his eyes, shining with feverish light, were not solely on me. Instead, they fixed on a perfect subject, a young woman whose tumor was a near-identical match to mine. And with her came the faint, sweet scent of a cheap perfume. That night, my world shattered. A video flashed on my phone: his new research assistant, Chloe, in his lab coat, unbuttoned, in his office. He was already setting fire to our world, the man who swore he'd burn the world down for me. The headaches were worsening, the memory gaps growing longer. Dr. Rodriguez confirmed it: "The tumor isn' t waiting for Ben' s miracle drug. It' s eating away at you piece by piece." Yet, I refused to terminate my pregnancy; this child was my future. He wanted to take me to a monastery, to pray for our baby, a gesture I knew was hollow. I saw the texts: Chloe asking for her "reward," Ben telling her to "focus on the science," her purring, "I'm feeling a little... feverish." My stomach churned with disgust. The man who had promised forever, the man who once held me through countless nights of pain, was now sneaking off to be with his mistress. How could he be both my devoted husband and a pathetic, weak man? How could so much love and so much deceit coexist in one heart? Then, the cold, hard resolve crystallized. He was terrified of losing me. Fine. I would let him have his wish. But when I survived, the Sarah he knew, the one who loved him, would be completely and utterly gone.

Betrayal Revenge Pregnancy Divorce Drama

Chapter 10

07-09 16:31

Introduction

My husband, Ben, a tech genius, poured his entire fortune into building a neuro-oncology center, a monument of science, all to save me from an aggressive brain tumor. Everyone called him a savior.

But the day they announced the first human trial, his eyes, shining with feverish light, were not solely on me. Instead, they fixed on a perfect subject, a young woman whose tumor was a near-identical match to mine. And with her came the faint, sweet scent of a cheap perfume.

That night, my world shattered. A video flashed on my phone: his new research assistant, Chloe, in his lab coat, unbuttoned, in his office. He was already setting fire to our world, the man who swore he'd burn the world down for me.

The headaches were worsening, the memory gaps growing longer. Dr. Rodriguez confirmed it: "The tumor isn' t waiting for Ben' s miracle drug. It' s eating away at you piece by piece." Yet, I refused to terminate my pregnancy; this child was my future.

He wanted to take me to a monastery, to pray for our baby, a gesture I knew was hollow. I saw the texts: Chloe asking for her "reward," Ben telling her to "focus on the science," her purring, "I'm feeling a little... feverish." My stomach churned with disgust.

The man who had promised forever, the man who once held me through countless nights of pain, was now sneaking off to be with his mistress. How could he be both my devoted husband and a pathetic, weak man? How could so much love and so much deceit coexist in one heart?

Then, the cold, hard resolve crystallized. He was terrified of losing me. Fine. I would let him have his wish. But when I survived, the Sarah he knew, the one who loved him, would be completely and utterly gone.