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 Li
ally and fellow detective in the conspiracy case, friend of Emily's from work, short with curly hair, intelligent and brave
Mark Jensen
exhusband and key figure in the conspiracy, former relationship with Emily, tall with a cold demeanor, manipulative and secretive
Emily Carter
terminally ill detective, no direct relationships, petite with sharp eyes, determined and resourceful
Five years of marriage ended with a diagnosis.
It was a Wednesday when my husband told me he wanted a divorce.
Three days later, the doctor gave me three months to live.
I have been married to Mark Jensen for exactly 1826 days.
We met at a restaurant.
He was eating fish and I was eating beef.
I was young then, twenty-four and full of life.
He was twenty-six and cold as ice.
The first time I saw him, I thought he was gorgeous.
When I heard his voice, I was stunned.
Deep and masculine, it sent shivers down my spine.
I wanted him immediately.
Five years later he filed for divorce.
No love or hate, no quarrels or fights.
We just didn't talk anymore.
Like two strangers on the same bed.
The divorce paper was like a wake-up call.
It reminded me that our marriage was just a deal between two people.
Mark didn't care about family or love or loyalty.
He only cared about winning and making money.
I thought I meant something to him once.
I guess I was wrong.