As I scrolled further, I discovered that most of the times Chase said he had business trips or urgent work, he was actually with this woman. They had been together for a year and I had been fooled by Chase for a year like an idiot.
The mistress's Instagram was filled with followers admiring their relationship and she responded with shy emojis. I sneered and put the phone back in its place.
I looked at Chase's terminal liver cancer report and emotionlessly stuffed it into the drawer. Although I wanted to see Chase's pained expression upon knowing he had little time left, I feared he would refuse to divorce me if he knew and I also worried the mistress might abandon him. Until I had concrete evidence of their affair to file for divorce, I couldn't break things off with them.
The moment I found out about his affair, I decided to divorce him. If I didn't, I'd have to keep vigil for him when he died and have my name engraved on his tombstone as his wife, which would disgust me for life.