Too Late To Save Your Dying Wife

Chapter 3

Word Count: 948 | Released on: 25/05/2026

rose stiffly and walked back into the main house, a ghost in the opulent tomb of her marriage. She showered and stood in front of the bathroom mirror in the guest suite

dy herself. Every penny she had was gone, swallowed by her father's mounting medical bills. The ten million from Clayton was her only hope. She glanced at her watch. 9:30 AM. She had to get that money. Swallowing her pride, her dignity, every last shred of it, she stepped outside into the ambulance bay and dialed Clayton's number. The humiliation was a bitter acid in her throat. He answered, his voice impatient. "What now, Corrie? I'm on my way." "Clayton, please," she begged, her voice breaking. "I need the money. Now. My father... he's in the hospital. He needs emergency surgery to live." She rushed on, the words tumbling out in a desperate torrent. "I'll take anything. Just give me the half-million for the surgery. You can keep the rest. We can change the agreement, I don't care, just please..." There was a beat of silence on the other end. Then, a cold, disbelieving laugh. "Your father?" he sneered. "Wow, Corrie. I knew you were desperate, but to invent a story like that? To use your own father's health to get money? That's a new low, even for you." "And what if he is?" Clayton's voice was cold, devoid of any sympathy. "You think I'm a fool, Corrie? This is just another one of your pathetic attempts to manipulate me, isn't it? Another one of your dramas to get what you want." "I'm not lying!" she cried, tears of frustration and terror streaming down her face. "He's here, at New York-Presbyterian, he's in the ER!" "I don't care," he said, his voice flat. "You made your choice when you decided to leave. You don't get to come crawling back when things get tough. I'm not your ATM, Corr

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Too Late To Save Your Dying Wife

Victory Hunter Modern

“Corrie was diagnosed with stage four stomach cancer. The first thing she did was ask her billionaire husband for a divorce and her share of the assets to save her dying father. Instead of giving her the money, Clayton ruthlessly crushed her diamond wedding ring under his shoe in public. "Your father drove my sister to suicide, and now he deserves to die," he sneered, admitting he was the one who bankrupted her family's company. Desperate, Corrie swallowed her pride and begged her estranged, wealthy mother for help. But when she walked into the mansion, she was met with a devastating sight. Clayton and his mistress were there, holding a pair of twin boys. Her own mother was happily playing the role of grandmother to her husband's illegitimate children. While Corrie had been grieving the baby she lost alone in a cold hospital, her husband had been building a secret family, and her mother had helped them hide it. The double betrayal shattered her completely. Why did her husband marry her just to use her as a pawn for his sick revenge? Why did her own flesh and blood side with the man who was actively destroying her life? Saved from the freezing rain by a doctor friend, Corrie stared at the aggressive chemotherapy plan. She had wanted to just give up and let the cancer take her. But now, a cold fire ignited in her chest. "I'll do the treatment," she said, her voice like ice. She was going to survive, and she was going to make every single one of them pay.”