Hiding the Truth: Making the Cheating Husband Seriously illChapter 1
On the day my husband was diagnosed with cancer, I quietly deleted the test report and told him that it was just a mild cold.
That night, my husband ran towards his lover excitedly.
After I found it out, my husband knelt on the ground and begged for my forgiveness.
I held his hand and said, "It's okay. Just forget about it."
Later, my husband lay on the hospital bed, dying.
But his lover left him.
I was the only one who didn't leave or abandon him.
"Don't worry, my dear. I will definitely accompany you well until the last moment of your life."
1
It was a complete surprise to know that Alberto Fletcher had early-stage gastric cancer. At that time, he had just returned from a business trip and immediately ran to the bathroom to take a shower.
The medical examination center couldn't contact him, so it called me.
It turned out that some time ago, Alberto's company had a routine physical examination, and Alberto paid extra for a cancer screening.
I didn't expect that he would actually be diagnosed with early-stage gastric cancer.
I was shocked to hear the news. He was only in his early thirties. How could he get the cancer?
I asked the doctor to keep it a secret. After all, there was still a chance of cure in the early stages. I was worried that when he heard the diagnosis, he would have a psychological burden, which would affect his treatment.
In just a few minutes, I was even considering whether to go abroad for treatment. At this time, Alberto came out of the bathroom and saw me holding his phone.
He had been sleepy, and suddenly became tense.
"What are you doing?"
I was startled by the sudden roar.
I pouted a little unhappily.
"Just now, the medical examination center said it couldn't get through to your phone, so I wanted to see what was going on. Why were you shouting so loudly?"
Alberto was obviously relieved.
With a wet body, he hugged me from behind and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just forgot to turn off the airplane mode when I got off the plane."
I left his embrace calmly and looked into his eyes. There was really no trace of lying.
He said he forgot to turn it off after getting off the plane, but he actually was still on the phone when he arrived at the doorstep.
Such a poor excuse and excited reaction implied he was hiding something.
"Oh, by the way, what did the doctor say?" he asked.