My Son Died and I Got Cancer, My Husband Regretted ItChapter 1
On the day my son Greyson Mendes was diagnosed with leukemia, I found out I had breast cancer while undergoing bone marrow matching.
My husband, Shawn Mendes, was unreachable by phone, yet on Instagram, he posted a photo with Jennifer Jolie, captioned: [No matter what happens, I'm here.]
Feeling helpless, I called Jennifer, only to have Shawn pick up the phone.
"Jennifer already feels guilty enough for the missing radioactive materials. Do you have to curse our son's illness to provoke her?
"You look so ugly being jealous," he added before abruptly ending the call.
After the call got disconnected, I couldn't get through again.
Ten days later, our son passed away.
With a heavy heart, I buried our son, only to be dragged to the hospital by my mother for chemotherapy.
Shawn rarely called me first.
"Why did you block me? Is our son still having nosebleeds?"
"Shawn, let's get a divorce," I uttered, finding a sudden sense of peace.
Shawn, my admired senior, was the man I had pursued from childhood to adulthood.
From the moment I silently confessed my feelings, I became like a loyal dog to him.