His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius

The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live.

It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders.

"Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now."

He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party.

When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests.

Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim.

Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat.

"I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime."

A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed?

Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.