Her Betrayal, My Cancer, Our End

arah, smiling for the cameras as the stock symbol for our company, Innovatech, flashed green on the giant screen. We were officially a public company

ile white office, the smell of antiseptic fil

light board, his expression grim. He di

," he said, his voice soft. "S

IPO day. The best day of my life. And now this. Th

ugh the windshield. I needed to tell Sarah. We would

the living room. She wasn't smiling. She was dressed in a sharp business suit, not t

acking. "I just came from the d

p a hand,

voice was cold, comple

u k

you. I figured it was something serious." She opened the briefcase and slid a thick st

at her face. I couldn't process it.

had my lawyer execute a transfer of the liquid assets. The co

y? I'm sick, Sa

"Treatment would be a waste of money. Money that is now mine. You should just

door closed behind her with a soft, final click. I was alone. The divorce papers sat on the table, a testamen

The doorbell rang, jolting me back to reality. I ignored it. It rang aga

n London, managing a huge European fund. But she was here, on my

tly. "A friend at the hospital called me. I go

ught. She walked past me into the house that was suddenly cold and empt

friend, and then I looked at the div

ude for her. She was my real partner. And I knew, with a certainty that cut through the sh