On My Knees to My Dying Wife

When I called my husband with trembling hands, clutching my cancer diagnosis, all I heard was his sweet laughter with his young, hot influencer girlfriend. Ten years of marriage, and when I needed him most, he chose betrayal.
In divorce court, I was painted as the "crazy ex-wife" while the entire internet mocked me. Everyone took their side. No one knew I was fighting for my life.
Until the day he discovered the truth—
"Prove it to me! If you're really sick, prove it to me!"
"How's this? Does a dying woman's face look good enough for you?" I pulled off my hat, revealing my bald scalp.