The "Dying Wife" He Abandoned: Too Late to Regret

My husband, Ethan Vance, glanced at the wrong intake report and thought I was the one dying of late-stage brain cancer.

He instinctively stepped back. "The company's about to go public. Cash flow is tight. For the sake of the business, we should stop treatment."

I clenched the real diagnosis in my coat pocket, the one with Ethan's name on it, and swallowed the impulse to save him.

To force me out with nothing, he cut off my medical payments, transferred 50 million dollars in assets, and even sent our daughter to the Silverpeak Republic as leverage.