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.
Emily Carter
betrayed wife,relationships with her husband and friends,petite with long brown hair,resilient and secretive
Mark Carter
the husband who broke the contract of their relationship,married to Emily but emotionally distant,tall with sharp features and cold eyes
Sarah Jennings
Emily's supportive best friend and confidante
The day I was told I had three months to live, my husband broke up with me.
Our relationship was a contract from the very beginning.
I knew that.
I knew he didn’t love me.
I thought that five years of loyalty and devotion might have changed things.
I thought that at some point along the way, his heart must have softened toward me.
But I was wrong.
So very wrong.
"You don’t need to say anything else. I know what this is."
He stood in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable.
His eyes were cold and sharp like a knife.
The room was so quiet I could hear myself breathing.
Five years ago, when I first signed the contract with him, I had hoped that one day he would come to love me.
At the very least, I hoped that I would mean something to him.
Today, as I stared at him, I realized that five years meant nothing.
Nothing at all.