Of course I wouldn't argue with him. Instead, I pulled him close again, my own voice thick with unshed tears. "Tell me what you need, Corey. Whatever it is—whatever you want me to do—I'll do it. No questions asked."
Corey wiped his eyes. Lifted his head. Cupped my face in his hands, his gaze red-rimmed and tender.
"Honey… I wasn't actually working late tonight."
"Then where were you?"
"I went to see someone. A friend's sister—she went to our university, so technically she's our junior. She told me about this new laser treatment overseas. Supposedly it can eliminate 99.99% of cancer cells."
"I didn't know if it was real, so I met with her in person to find out."
Junior.
That word again.
The suspicion I'd tried to bury clawed its way back up. The "senior crush" in that video—it had to be him. It had to be.
But I didn't confront him. Didn't demand answers.
Instead, I played along. "And? What did she say?"
"She confirmed it's real. The treatment exists—it's just expensive. So I was thinking… I could use the money in our joint account to pay for it." He gripped my hands, desperation flickering in his eyes. "Even if there's only the smallest chance, I don't want to give up."