Diagnosed With A Terminal Illness – Then He Cheated Chapter 1

Savannah and I had been married for three years, a time of harmony and love.

Three years in, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness—and she found someone else.

I tried to hold on, but she mocked me to her friends:

“Luke? That boring guy? It’s about time I got rid of him.”

Heartbroken, I decided to give up on treatment.

In my final days, though, she was there, crying at my bedside like a lost child.

I never thought coming home could feel so heavy.

When I unlocked the door, any anticipation I had crumbled into dust.

“Oh, you’re back already?”

Savannah’s voice held no trace of joy, just irritation and shock.

She quickly stepped away from him, straightening her disheveled clothes. There was no shame in her eyes, only anger.

That man—Justin Thompson—was her new conquest.

To her, Justin was everything I wasn’t: younger, wealthier, able to bring her that thrill she craved.

Justin had the audacity to adjust his collar with a cocky smirk, strolling past me with the kind of arrogance I’d never had.

He was muscular, with a physique that was way more Savannah’s “type.”

“I came back early to check in on you,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. Anger made it tremble despite myself.

Savannah laughed, a bitter edge in her tone.

“Check on me? Why don’t you spend that energy making more money instead?

Look at Justin—he’s got it all, and he’s just getting started.

And you? You trudge along on that pathetic paycheck of yours. Got the nerve to lecture me, huh?”

In that moment, my heart went ice-cold.

I looked at her, and for the first time, I really saw her.

All the warmth, the promises, they’d evaporated. What was left? Contempt. Betrayal.

“So, this is how you really see me.”

My voice was low, and I turned to head upstairs.

Everything felt like it was plummeting into some frozen, empty abyss.

At that moment, my phone chimed. It was a text from the doctor, reminding me of my follow-up appointment tomorrow.

The word “terminal” jumped out from the screen. I let out a bitter laugh.

Here I was, dying from this illness, and now I’d lost her too. Suddenly, life seemed utterly void of color.