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I got my diagnosis the same day his ex walked out of our bathroom in his bathrobe.
For three years, I wasn’t a wife. I was a placeholder.
With my time running out, something in me finally broke—clean and final.
I won’t spend what’s left dying for a man who never chose me.
This time, I choose myself.

After years of marriage, on the day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, my husband and another woman's names spread across the entire city.
And I was just his wife who couldn't be seen in public.
When I saw them appear together as a couple once more, I couldn't take it anymore.
I want a divorce. From now on, I'm spending whatever time I have left on myself.

After years of marriage, I hid my true identity to live as the most ordinary housewife.
But my husband abandoned me for my half-sister.
I tossed the divorce papers at him, and that very night, I hit up a bar and ordered eight male escorts.
When I spotted my husband, I slapped his face with a defiant smirk. "You're just a washed-up old man—I deserve way better!"

The day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, my husband and son abandoned me to rush to another woman's side.
She was my husband's childhood sweetheart.
While they were still scheming about how to cast me aside, I'd had enough.
I finally filed for divorce.
For whatever time I had left, I would live only for myself.

After years of marriage, my husband has always believed that our one-night stand was a trap I set for him.
There’s another woman in his heart.
What I never expected was that even my own son would turn his back on me.

After more than twenty years of life, I finally learned that I wasn’t my parents’ biological daughter.
They couldn’t wait to send me back to the family everyone said was poor and run-down.
But sitting in an antique car that looked like it might fall apart at any moment, I stared at the mansion in front of me—something straight out of a palace—and rubbed my chin.
So this is what they call a hard life?

After years of marriage, both my husband and our son have grown to despise me.
But after being abandoned and blamed yet again—this time because of another woman—I finally make up my mind.
I want a divorce!
And yet, when my husband and son suddenly look devastated with regret, I can’t help but wonder… am I doing the right thing?

Violet stood in front of the bait shop waiting for Uncle Scott to come out. She leaned lazily against her car playing with her phone lost in thought. Uncle Scott always closed the bait shop on Fridays, so his employees could have a nice start to the weekend. He always said everyone should have a fun Friday night. She smiled to herself thinking about what a wonderful man her Uncle was. She normally waited at home for him but Uncle Scott's car wouldn’t start today so she was his ride.
She really didn’t mind helping her Uncle out. He was like her dad. He raised her since she was six weeks old and her parents passed away in a car accident. He was her mother’s brother and took her in without a thought. She loved him more than anything and since Aunt Ray, his wife, passed away three years ago it was just them against the world.
Suddenly a noise from the trees had violet snapping out of her thoughts. She looked around feeling like someone or something was watching her.