Chapter 1Caught Husband Getting Cozy with Secretary: When I Asked for Divorce, He Forced Me to Drink Hard Liquor

My newlywed husband forced me, a terminal liver cancer patient, to drink hard liquor just to please his secretary.

His little secretary staged an incident where she took a knife for him. She lost a lot of blood, so he urgently asked me to donate blood for her. I demanded a million dollars, to which he sneered, "Your blood sure is precious."

Of course, the blood of a liver cancer patient is precious.

Later, his secretary and I got into a car accident. He mocked me:

"You caused the accident on purpose, didn't you? Stop pretending. You just want more money, right?"

"Aria, you disgust me."

I've had enough. I wanted to get a divorce certificate before I died, but he looked down on me condescendingly: "Don't use such low-level tactics to get my attention."

"You're in no position to negotiate with me."

Forget it. When I'm dead, the marriage will naturally end.

I stood hesitantly at the door of the private room, crumpling the paper in my hand.

The bar was lively, and I felt a bit scared to go in.

But he hadn't been home for a month.

Suddenly, the door opened and someone came out. He was on the phone and looked at me in surprise: "Mrs. Carter, why are you here?"

His voice was just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, and they all turned to look at me.

Lucas Carter's hand was resting on the waist of the girl next to him.

My heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles.

"Come here," he said coldly.

I had trouble breathing and crumpled the paper in my hand even tighter.

"Mrs. Carter is here, come sit, come sit."

The person next to Lucas quickly made room for me beside him, but I didn't move.

I just handed over the paper in my hand: "Sign it. I'm in a hurry."

For a moment, the room fell silent. They probably didn't expect me to be so firm, after all, I was just a pathetic leech clinging to Lucas.

Lucas sneered and put down his glass: "If you're here to ask for money, at least act like it."

He glanced at the paper in my hand: "What illness did you make up at the hospital this time?"

My face turned pale, and the paper trembled slightly in my hand.

I did go to the hospital, but I didn't make up any illness. My condition had worsened, and I was dying.

He snatched the paper from my hand but froze when he saw the title.

He angrily slammed the paper on the table, his eyes blazing: "Aria, you want a divorce?"

"Is this what you were in a hurry for?"

I nodded: "Just sign it."

"You don't love me, and I don't love you. I don't want to be tied to you for life."

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a collective gasp in the room, and even the air seemed to turn cold.

Lucas gritted his teeth: "Fine, finish this bottle of liquor, and I'll sign."

I looked at him, my lips turning white. Someone quickly poured me a glass of alcohol.

Liver cancer patients can't drink alcohol. He was trying to kill me.

"I... I'm not feeling well..."

"What? Changed your mind about the divorce?"

"Aria, stop playing games."

"If you want something, just say it. No need for these elaborate schemes to threaten me. You're only making me sick..."

It felt like a piece of my heart was being violently torn out. The pain made my whole body tremble. I grabbed the bottle from the table and poured it straight down my throat.

It burned like fire, from my throat all the way to my stomach, igniting my broken organs.