"I don't want to be a burden to you," he continued. "Let's get divorced."
1.
I stared at Corey Henson for what felt like an eternity.
Those words.
Why did they sound exactly like that top comment on the junior's video?
Could it be—
Was he the "senior crush" she'd been talking about?
I crushed the thought immediately.
From the day we married until now, Corey had always been the perfect husband—handsome, principled, devoted. How could he possibly be cheating on me?
I was overthinking. I had to be.
Drawing a deep breath, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him.
"Corey, we're husband and wife. We made vows. In sickness and in health, for richer or poorer—we swore we'd never leave each other's side."
"I don't care what illness you have. I will never leave you. Not even if it kills me."
Corey shoved me away.
"Ann Gilbert, can you just accept reality?"
"I have cancer. Terminal cancer!"
"I don't have much time left."
"Just—" His voice cracked. "Consider it my dying wish. Please?"
Tears streamed down his face, and every sob tore at my heart.
Under circumstances like these?