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His Cruel Betrayal, My Dying Wish

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1224    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

my skin. I reached for the warm mug he offered, but my hands were shaking. The

as sharp,

concern. He grabbed a baby wipe and started dabbing impa

the papers

ision. "Chloe doesn't have much time. This is the last thing I can do for her. We' ll have a small ceremony, just for her. After..

a blatant, insulting lie. He had no intention

dark stain spreading on the carpet

I' m giving you a chance to be a part of this family, to raise t

my own life. My body was a numb shell. I slowly reached for the pen h

ame on the line he had indicated.

scanning the signature. A wave of relief washed over

ed. He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. The gesture w

we were sitting on a park bench, dreaming about the company we would build together. He had

ause I had complied. Because I had

, the signed papers clutched in his hand. "She' s craving that chicken soup you

e in the nursery with the baby

as black coffee. I hadn't drunk black coffee in

ught it for her, and when she didn't wan

afternoon. The hunger, combined with the constant pain and lack of

house was quiet. Liam and Chloe

igerator, a voice ca

in a silk robe, my silk robe, the one I' d bought in Paris on our anniversary tr

ing me the diamond necklac

said, her voice a sweet, poisonous whis

ire piece I had fallen in love with at a Sotheby's auction last year. I had want

of money. He' d said it in front of a dozen of our acquaintances, his voice loud and

round Chloe'

her lips. "He said you threw a tantrum, like a child. It' s a shame, r

e got home, he had grabbed my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Don't you ever embarras

h me. For a moment, the pain in my stomach was forgotten. For a mom

. I opened my mouth to scream, to curse, to finally

. A wave of blackness washed over my vision, and my legs g

hat grated on my nerves. "Oh, look at y

weakened state, it was enough. I lost my balance completely and crashed

en door s

n in here?" Liam' s voice

he rushed to him, burying her face in his chest. "Liam! I... I just came dow

ed on the floor. His eyes, once the color of the ocean, we

grabbed my arm, and

it snapped my head to the side, and the wor

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“My husband, Liam, locked me out of our bedroom for the third night, a faint murmur of voices audible from inside-his low and soothing, hers soft and appreciative. Chloe, eight months pregnant with his child, was in my bed. But I had just finished massaging Chloe' s swollen feet, even making her warm milk. This was the same husband who had built our ten-year marriage on the unwavering foundation that we would be child-free. And when the baby cried from the nursery down the hall, it wasn' t Chloe who rose, but me, spending the entire night caring for their child. The next morning, I learned Chloe had a "dying wish": to be Liam's wife. He presented me with divorce papers, asking me to sign. He believed I had finally understood what it meant to be a selfless wife. He thought he had broken me, that this was his ultimate victory. He was wrong. I wasn' t broken; I was dying. Stage-four stomach cancer, inoperable, aggressive. Three days to live. As I nursed his child, listening to him make love to Chloe in our bed, the pain in my stomach sharpened. The irony tasted metallic. The next morning, Liam handed me black coffee-the kind Chloe liked, the kind that upset my stomach-and again, the divorce papers. When Chloe later appeared, wrapped in my silk robe and wearing the "Star of the Ocean" necklace I had coveted, she taunted me with Liam's dismissal of my desire for it. Overwhelmed, I collapsed, but when Liam appeared, he slapped me, then had his bodyguards drag me away. He called me a jealous, bitter monster. Why would he, the man I loved, turn so cruel? How could he believe such lies? Why did the universe allow me no peace, even in my final moments? I refused to be his broken toy. With the last of my strength, I offered him my entire company, signed over with a bloody thumbprint. Then, in an act of final defiance, I cut down the magnolia tree-the symbol of our love-and burned all my memories. My death was not just an ending, but a deliberate unmaking of his world, a final, painful act of rebellion.”
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