He claimed it was just a game.Chelsea had lost a dare and didn’t want to kiss anyone else,so he had to"help her out."
I couldn’t understand.I was angry and hoped he’d comfort me,but instead,he accused me of being irrational.
Disappointed,I stormed out and checked into a hotel,thinking he’d come after me.
But ten days passed without a single call.
This morning,I collapsed in excruciating pain while making breakfast.When I woke up,the doctor informed me I was pregnant—and terminally ill.The cancer had spread,making surgery impossible.
Lost in thought,I suddenly heard Chelsea's voice.
“I’m not feeling well.I had surgery to remove polyps from my gallbladder,and it’s been so painful…”
"Alex didn’t want me to stay alone while recovering,so he insisted I move in so he could take care of me.You don’t mind,do you?"
I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.
Removing gallbladder polyps is a simple procedure.Painful?Maybe.But nothing compared to terminal cancer.
No one was worried about my pain.
For the first time,I seriously considered divorcing Alexander.
“Please let me stay,”Chelsea said,her sweet voice dripping with manipulation.