"You'll support me, won't you?"
"Yes." I nodded without hesitation, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Of course I will. I'll drop everything and go with you—wherever this treatment is. And if it's about money, I'll sell everything we own. I'd sell a kidney if that's what it takes."
The moment the words left my mouth, Corey stepped back. Two full paces.
"You don't know your way around overseas," he said quickly. "Besides, my junior already offered to go with me. You should stay here and look after my parents."
"This new treatment carries certain risks—I might not make it. So I need you to help me tell a little lie to my parents."
"Tell them I died from cancer. If the treatment actually works, I'll come back and give them the surprise of their lives."
I frowned at this.
"You really think they'll buy that?"
"Trust me, my parents are easy to fool. If they insist on seeing my body, just tell them I didn't want them to grieve over a corpse—that I asked you to have me cremated at the funeral home, and you scattered my ashes in the ocean per my final wishes."
"You've really thought this through."
"Tomorrow, let's go finalize the divorce. Then I'll head overseas for treatment."