"You don't know your way around over there. Besides, the junior is coming with me. You stay here and look after my parents."
"This new treatment is risky. I might die, so I need you to lie to my parents for me."
"Tell them I died of cancer. If the treatment actually works, I'll come back and surprise them."
I frowned. "You 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, so you had me cremated at the funeral home and scattered my ashes at sea—per my last wishes."
"You've really thought this through."
"Tomorrow we'll get divorced, then I'll go abroad for treatment."
"You're just going for treatment, not dying. Do we really have to divorce?"
"My junior from college said there's a new policy over there—unmarried women with breast cancer get a discount on the experimental therapy."
"Honey, I'm trying to save you money. Can't you understand? Besides, it's just a fake divorce, not a real one. Once I'm better, I'll come back and we'll get remarried."
"If it's for your own good, I won't argue."
"Thank you, honey. I love you so much."