After Her Fake Death, His Regret Turned Into RedemptionChapter 1
"Dr. Pierce, I’ve made my choice; I choose euthanasia!"
Dione Crestmont's voice trembled as she spoke into the phone, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
Just five minutes earlier, a message had shattered her fragile world. Cedric Rutherford's female apprentice had sent her a text. [We slept together last night, and he didn’t use protection.]
Attached was a damning photo of Cedric, shirtless, with hickeys starkly visible on his neck.
Her thoughts drifted to a time when her condition had stabilized, and Dr. Pierce had reassured her that her illness wouldn’t prevent her from having children. Hopeful and naïve, she had asked Cedric if he wanted a child.
At the time, Cedric had gently stroked her hair and said with a soft chuckle, "No. A child would steal some of your love from me, and I’d get jealous. Besides, I couldn’t bear to see you endure the pain of childbirth."
For ten long years of marriage, they had always used protection. But now, he had slept with a woman he had known for less than six months, throwing caution to the wind as if her trust had meant nothing.
In the end, her faith in him had been a cruel mistake.
On the other end of the call, Dr. Pierce heaved a weary sigh. "Just hold on a little longer. A suitable kidney donor might turn up. You’re only thirty… there’s still hope."
Dione’s heart clenched. She had been battling lupus for years, but it was a year ago when her test results confirmed the worst: kidney failure. Without a donor, her body felt like a rose withering under the scorching sun.
"I’ve made up my mind. Please make the arrangements," Dione’s voice was hoarse, yet each word carried unyielding resolve.
Dr. Pierce let out another sigh, one heavy with resignation. "Alright, I’ll take care of it."
Half an hour later, his message arrived. The euthanasia was scheduled for the fifth of the following month, the same day that marked her tenth wedding anniversary with Cedric.
Twenty-seven days remained.
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After replying, Dione took a deep, trembling breath, her gaze lost in the expanse beyond the floor-to-ceiling window.