MidReal Story

Betrayal's Final Breath

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6d ago

Scenario:The day I was told I had three months to live, my husband broke up with me. Our relationship was never real—not to him. It was just a contract, a business deal in the guise of love. I thought that five years of loyalty and devotion might have melted his frozen heart. I thought I’d earned something more—a place in his heart, a love that might one day be real. I thought I meant something to him. I was so naive. I didn’t fight. I packed my things and left, taking with me the one secret he’ll never know: I’m dying.

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The day I was told I had three months to live, my husband broke up with me. Our relationship was never real—not to him. It was just a contract, a business deal in the guise of love. I thought that five years of loyalty and devotion might have melted his frozen heart. I thought I’d earned something more—a place in his heart, a love that might one day be real. I thought I meant something to him. I was so naive. I didn’t fight. I packed my things and left, taking with me the one secret he’ll never know: I’m dying.

Sarah Jennings

Emily's best friend and confidante, short blonde hair, supportive and caring

Mark Carter

Emily's husband and betrayer, tall with sharp features, coldhearted and manipulative

Emily Carter

terminally ill, betrayed by her husband, slender with long brown hair, resilient and secretive

"You want a divorce?"

I repeated the sentence, just to make sure I heard it right.

The man who was supposed to be my husband looked at me.

His expression was sharp like a knife.

"I said, I want a divorce. And I want it done quickly."

He played with the document on the table, not even looking at me.

I felt like I was punched in the stomach.

I couldn’t breathe, and my whole body felt numb.

Five years of marriage and he wants a divorce?

Just like that?

I wanted to cry out loud.

I wanted to ask him why.

I wanted to ask him if there was someone else.

I wanted to ask him if he ever loved me.

But I didn’t have the courage.

The words got stuck in my throat.

All I could do was look at him with tears in my eyes.

Mark Carter was tall, with a straight nose and cold black eyes.

His hair was short and neat, styled perfectly every time.

He looked like a model from a magazine or a movie.

He was so handsome that people couldn’t help but stare at him.

Including me.

Five years ago, when I first saw him, I knew right away that he was the one for me.

Five years later… he still took my breath away.

But now, he was looking at me coldly, wanting to divorce me.

"Okay."

I finally managed to say something after being silent for too long.

"Okay?"