A Better Person Chapter 1

At dinner, my husband suddenly asked me, "What would you do if I met someone better than you?"

I was quiet for a moment.

"Then you should be with her," I said. "We'll get a divorce."

He didn't know that I had already seen him.

Seen him frantically trying to soothe that girl's red-rimmed eyes, telling her, "Don't cry. I'll give you a future."

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He put down his fork. His face went pale, then twisted into a difficult smile.

"Grace, I was just kidding."

He wasn't.

I knew he wasn't.

I had known his love. Which is how I knew, with certainty, that his heart had moved.

Earlier today, at the hospital.

The oncologist, who had been brisk and impatient, looked at my chart. His demeanor softened instantly.

He lowered his voice. "Don't be afraid. It's not late-stage. If you follow the treatment plan, this is manageable. This is beatable."

I was walking out with the diagnostic report in my hand when I saw them.

Noah’s arm was bandaged.

The girl was looking at it, her eyes filling with tears.

"Why did I meet you so late?" she whispered. "I don't even have the right to take care of you."

Noah looked flustered. He tried to comfort her, and the fresh bandage on his arm bloomed red.

"Don't cry," he said. "I'll give you a future."

The words hung in the air. He froze, as if shocked at what he'd just said.

Or maybe just annoyed at his own slip of the tongue.

But the girl believed him.

Her nose was red. She looked up at him. "Really?"

Noah just frowned and said nothing.

I didn't stay to watch the rest.

I knew Noah's boundaries. As long as he was married to me, his body wouldn't cross the line.

But his heart...

His heart I couldn't control.