He Faked Cancer to Run Away With His Mistress,So His Father Gave Me the Fortune — Novel

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In a world where love can be as deceptive as it is passionate, Ann Gilbert's life takes a shocking turn when her husband, Corey, declares he has terminal cancer and insists on a divorce. As he fakes a health crisis to escape his marital vows, Ann clings to the life they built together, torn between loyalty and betrayal. She can’t shake the feeling that something is deeply wrong, especially when a college junior's social media reveals a shocking connection.

As Corey disappears into the arms of another, Ann is left with a heart full of questions and a burning desire for revenge. How could the man she loved betray her so cruelly? And what will she do now that she knows the truth? With her world shattered, Ann must navigate the treacherous waters of deceit, betrayal, and the quest for justice.

Will she stand idly by while Corey starts anew with someone else, or will she find the strength to reclaim her life and expose the lies? Dive into a tale of heartbreak and resilience, where the stakes are high, and the fight for love and truth becomes a battle against the very man she once adored.

He Faked Cancer to Run Away With His Mistress,So His Father Gave Me the FortuneChapter 1

My husband said he was working late.

With nothing else to do, I lay in bed scrolling through videos—until I stumbled across one posted ten minutes ago by a girl I vaguely recognized. A junior from my college days.

"My senior crush wants to take me abroad, but he's worried his wife and family will get suspicious."

"Help us brainstorm, internet heroes!"

I tapped into the comments.

Plenty of enthusiastic advisors, apparently.

The top-voted suggestion? Her "senior crush" should fake a cancer diagnosis, then demand a divorce. Afterward, he could claim he was going overseas for treatment alone—his wife would stay behind to look after things. Once he'd had his fun, he could waltz back home.

I let out a weary laugh and swiped away.

At three in the morning, my husband dragged himself through the door, exhaustion carved into every line of his face. He looked hollow. Lost.

"Honey," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "The company made everyone do physicals today. They found something."

A pause. His throat worked.

"Liver cancer. Late stage."

My heart stopped.