MidReal Story

The Broken Heart

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.
The day I found out I had three months left to live was the day my husband broke up with me.
It wasn’t a coincidence.
I didn’t die and then he break up with me.
It was the other way around.
He broke up with me and then I went to the doctor and found out I had only three months left.
It’s just that no one knows the reason for the break up is because I have a deadly disease.
No one knows that the reason he kicked me out was because I was dying.
He didn’t want a dying woman.
He didn’t want a woman who would soon die.
He didn’t want a woman who wouldn’t be by his side after three months.
He didn’t want a woman who wouldn’t be able to give him a child.
Our relationship was never real—not to him.
It was just a contract, a business deal in the guise of love.
A fake marriage that benefited both of us at the time.
I thought that five years of loyalty and devotion would have melted his frozen heart.
I thought I’d earned something—something more than just a contract.
I thought I meant something to him.
I thought that finally, finally, after all these years—he would see me as something more than just an investment!
The Broken Heart