A Second Chance To Avenge Every Wound They Left On Me
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Lydia's POV
"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."
"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."
I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.
Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.
My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.
Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.
I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.
Footsteps echoed outside.
I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.
"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.
Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."
I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'
"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."
"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."
I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.
Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.
My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.
Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.
I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.
Footsteps echoed outside.
I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.
"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.
Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."
I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'
