On the day Olivia Fordham was diagnosed with stomach cancer, her husband, Ethan Miller, was taking care of his first love’s children.

In the hospital corridor, Keith Rogers said grimly while holding a biopsy report, “Olivia, the results are out. If the surgery is successful, the five-year survival rate for a 3A malignant tumor is 15 to 30 percent.”

Olivia gripped the strap of her sling bag tightly with her slender fingers. Her petite face was pale and solemn. “Keith, how long do I have left to live if I don’t do the surgery?”

“Six months to a year. It’s different for everyone. In your case, it’s better to do two rounds of chemotherapy first before the surgery. It will prevent the risk of the tumor spreading or undergoing metastasis.”

Olivia bit her lip while forcing out, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I’ll arrange for you to be admitted to the hospital right away,” said Keith.

“There’s no need. I don’t plan to receive treatment. I won’t be able to get through it,” Olivia said.

Keith wanted to say something more, but Olivia tipped her head at him. “Keith, please help me keep this a secret. I don’t want my family to worry.”

The Fordham family was bankrupt. Olivia already had to bend over backward just to cover the medical expenses of her father, Jeff Fordham. If her family knew about her illness, it would undoubtedly make the situation worse.

Keith sighed helplessly and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep my lips sealed. I heard that you’re married. Your husband—”

Olivia seemed very reluctant to talk about this and left quickly before he could answer. Keith

that she had dropped out of university and gotten married. The top genius

the only one who took care of everything. Even when she had collapsed from illness and was sent to

back, Ethan had truly treated her well in the year they had gotten married. Alas, when his first

love. Amidst her struggles, she saw him swimming toward Marina

too late and missed the optimal window for receiving treatment. By the time she arrived at the hospital, her baby had died in the womb. Seven days after the death

any longer. She dialed his number with shaking hands, and he picked up after

“I won’t see you unless

illness. Marina’s voice suddenly came over the phone in the background. “Ethan,

flowed down her face that instant. Her child was gone and her family was ruined, but he now had a family with someone else. It was

him like before. Instead, she

He laughed coldly and said, “Olivia, what tricks are

eyes and said, “I’ll wait

him, and she slid to the ground against the wall. The rain blowing into the corridor drenched her

after

matter what,

rain, Ethan walked out of the

babies in her arms. When she saw him

She still wouldn’t

since Ethan had last stepped into the house they shared during their marriage. He had expected to see the dining table laden with his favorite dishes prepared by Olivia, but the villa was dark and

darkened too early during autumn. Night had fallen although it

wouldn’t leave wilted flowers sitting on the

most likely been taking care of her father at the

the door, she saw a tall man standing by the dining table in a suit. The expression on his handsome face was as cold as ice and his dark eyes

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