The Regret of a Cheating Husband

On the same afternoon I learned I was finally pregnant, the doctor handed me a death sentence: stage 4 stomach cancer.

I went home to tell my husband, Anderson, only to be interrupted by a call from a woman named Katlyn.

"He' s on a '100-Day Farewell Tour' with me," she gloated, "getting the fun out of his system before he comes back to his boring duty as a father."

For the next three months, I died in silence while Anderson lived his best life with her.

He blamed my weight loss on morning sickness and my vomiting on hormones, never looking closely enough to see the blood.