How a Wrong Diagnosis Saved My Life

Cancer was supposed to be my death sentence. Instead, it became my liberation.
I thought I had it all—wealth, status, a picture-perfect life in Greenwich's elite circles. Then came the diagnosis that would change everything: six months to live. But facing my final chapter, I uncovered a truth more devastating than any terminal illness—the man sleeping beside me was slowly killing my soul.
When you have nothing left to lose, you discover exactly how powerful you can become.