Chapter 2My Husband Started Dieting After I Got Cancer

To think, the slap in the face came so quickly! I stood at the private dining room door, feeling weak, my hands and feet icy cold. Inside, the revelry continued, the atmosphere intensely lively.

Then I heard Maya’s seductive voice again: “We’ll have to buy another apartment later. The one she lived in is bad luck! And the apartment you bought me before is too small! Also, the purse you gave me last time came out in khaki; I want another one.”

Thomas’s voice, slurred with drink: “Alright, alright, whatever you say. I’ll follow your every command; how’s that?”

“Hahahaha…” A burst of laughter echoed from the room again.

Hahahaha, standing outside the door, the moment my heart died, I also laughed. It seems fate is not entirely unkind, letting me see Thomas Ford’s true colors. I will no longer shed tears for him, no longer suffer from losing him, and will no longer immerse myself in longing and reminiscing about him for the rest of my life.

Yes, that’s good. Drinking? Drink up. Drink more. Soon, you won’t be able to drink or eat. Thomas, cherish this final countdown party. The torment of illness will soon make your life a living hell! Buying purses? Buying houses? Dream on! Maya Thorne, you just wait. I’m going to make you spit out every bit of flesh you’ve eaten, along with the bones!

Leaving the hotel, the cold street wind blew, chilling my heart to the bone. Thomas’s words pierced me like a knife, but I couldn’t fall. Because I held a strong hand, like an impenetrable shield, not only deflecting blows but also swiftly throwing back more, sharper knives! The person I faced was no longer my lover, my husband, but an enemy who wished for my death. Dealing with an enemy, naturally, I couldn’t be soft-hearted! At this moment, I was no longer the fragile stay-at-home wife, but a goddess of vengeance, holding the winning hand and utterly ruthless!

Thomas and I were college sweethearts. He came from a rural background, his parents old and frail, and his family was dirt poor. My parents firmly disapproved of me marrying him. But I loved him, believed in him, and resisted by going on a hunger strike. Finally, my loving parents relented, compromised, not only agreeing to the marriage but also providing the down payment for our marital home.

After marriage, Thomas and I struggled together in our careers. Our salaries were meager, but deeply in love with him, I was content with love alone. From a city girl who couldn’t do anything, I transformed into a virtuous wife and loving mother, capable of handling all household chores. After our son was born, his parents, being older, didn’t adapt to city life well. My parents also had poor health, and our son was sickly from birth. I had no choice but to quit my job and return to the home, shouldering the heavy burden of housework. For the next ten years, his parents took turns falling ill, and I had to spend years running between hospitals, unable to work, until they passed away six months ago.

Meanwhile, Thomas’s career flourished. He steadily climbed positions within the company, finally reaching the Vice President role last year. Friends and family praised my foresight, saying I married a man with potential, and now, finally, our hardships were over, and I could comfortably be a wealthy wife and enjoy life. Who would have thought he had already secretly hooked up with his young assistant!

The deeper the love, the greater the hate! My heart trembled. Thomas, if you didn’t love me, you could have told me. We could have peacefully separated and divided our assets. Why did you deceive me? Why did you scheme against me? Even if you no longer loved me, I was your wife, sharing your bed for ten years. How could you be so heartless, wishing for my death?! These ten years of genuine affection were ultimately wasted on a dog!