My CEO Husband Became Obsessed After My Death Chapter 1

My cancer came back. I begged my husband, Ethan, to take me to the hospital.

Instead, he went to be with Sophia, his old flame. His parting words were cruel.

“Your acting is getting way too convincing.”

Ten years of devotion, and all I got was scars.

Later, Sophia needed an emergency heart transplant.

To give them their happily ever after, I gave Sophia my heart. But then… Ethan lost his mind.

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Late at night, clutching my stomach where a dull ache pulsed, I struggled out of bed. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead from the pain. I needed to get to the hospital, but waves of sharp pain made me unsteady on my feet.

Familiar footsteps approached the door—Ethan.

I don’t know where I found the strength, but I gripped the doorknob tightly and opened the door.

“Ethan.”

Just saying his name felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

Ethan stopped, turned, and looked at me with cold indifference.

“You’re back. Have you eaten?” My voice was hesitant, trying to sound gentle, pleading without begging.

But Ethan’s expression remained distant, cold, as if he hadn’t heard me. He turned to walk away.

His dismissal pierced my heart.

I stumbled after him, grabbing his sleeve. I bit my lip so hard I nearly drew blood. The sharp pains in my abdomen made it hard to breathe.

“Let go!”

Ethan’s eyes flashed with anger.

I loosened my grip, daring only to hold onto the very edge of his cuff.

My voice trembled. “Ethan, my stomach… it hurts really bad. It’s so late, can you please take me to the hospital?”

If it had been daytime, I wouldn’t have bothered him.

Ethan turned back, looking down at me intently.

Suddenly, he let out a cold laugh. “Lauren, you’ve really perfected this act, haven’t you? How long did you rehearse this little scene?”

He slowly pulled his sleeve from my grasp.

He reached out, tilting my chin up.

“From the day you betrayed me, I swore I’d never forgive you. Unless…”

A cruel smile touched Ethan’s lips. “Unless you die.”

It felt like all the blood in my body froze. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Ethan didn’t look at me again. He went straight to his room and slammed the door shut with a resounding bang.

It felt like a knife was twisting inside me. The pain forced me to my knees. Trembling, I fumbled for my phone and dialed 911.

…

Downtown General Hospital. The entrance bustled with cars and people hurrying by.

I sat on a bench in the hallway, staring blankly ahead, clutching my test results.

The results were in. Late-stage colon cancer.

I couldn’t believe it. I went to find my friend, Mark Evans. He’d been a senior when I was in college, now a specialist in gastroenterology.

My eyes were red-rimmed, but I managed a weak smile.

“Mark.” I gripped the report tightly. “The doctor said… it’s late-stage colon cancer…”

I looked at him pleadingly. “Can you check again? Maybe… maybe they made a mistake?”

Mark quickly took the results, scanning them carefully while gently reassuring me. “Okay, Lauren, calm down first. Let me run some more tests, we’ll double-check everything. Don’t panic. Even if… even if the results aren’t good, I’m here for you. Just breathe.”

Soon, I was wheeled back into an examination room.

The new results came back the same.

Late-stage colon cancer.

I sat there stunned, my lips moving slightly. “How long… how long do I have?”

Mark crouched down, meeting my gaze. His steady hand rested on my shoulder. “Lauren, I’ll do everything I can to save you.” His eyes were full of determination, but tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. “Cancer… it’s cancer, Mark.”

I buried my face in my hands, sobbing quietly. Mark gently stroked my hair, offering silent comfort.

This disease… it was like my marriage to Ethan. Rotted to the core, with no chance of getting better.