I have Terminal Cancer, My Wife Only Saves Her First Love — Novel

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In a world where love collides with betrayal, Rodrick faces the ultimate test when he learns he has terminal leukemia. As he grapples with his mortality, the woman he cherishes, Mia, makes a shocking choice that shatters their fragile family. Aborting their twin daughters to fulfill a promise to her childhood sweetheart, she reveals a heart that seems to beat only for another man, leaving Rodrick to wonder: how did it come to this?

Desperation and heartache intertwine as Rodrick watches the woman he loves slip away, drawn to Mateo, a man fighting his own battle against cancer. With every moment that passes, Rodrick must confront his despair and the haunting question of whether love can truly endure when it is threatened by the past.

As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, can Rodrick find a way to reclaim what he has lost? Or will he find that some bonds are stronger than blood, even in the face of looming death? In this poignant tale of love, sacrifice, and redemption, the stakes are high, and every choice has the power to change everything.

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In order to bear her childhood sweetheart's child, who returned from overseas with a terminal illness, my wife, Mia,

insisted on aborting our six-month-old twin daughters.

"It's worth it to exchange two lives for the continuation of his family name.

"Can you stop being so petty? Do you want to lose me after losing our children?"

I told her that I had advanced stage cancer.

She, however, wore a disdainful expression.

"I hate it to see you imitating him.

"If you die, it would be for the best. In this case, I'm not giving birth to any fatherless child. It's all for the best now!"

Later, she knelt in front of me,

begging me to have a child with her.

***

On my thirtieth birthday, I received a diagnosis from the hospital.

It was leukemia. I had roughly one year left.

Like a bolt from the blue, it cast a shadow over my peaceful life.

Before I could figure out how to tell it to my six-month pregnant wife, Mia, she called.

As soon as I answered, I heard her sobbing.

"Honey, I don't want the babies!"

Still trying to recover from the shadow of cancer, I asked slowly,

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?