Terminal Diagnosis: The Obedient Wife's Rebellion

From the back cover

For two years, Constance Mcfarland played the perfect, invisible wife.

She woke up at 5:00 AM every day, surviving on half a cup of plain oats just to maintain the exact dress size her billionaire husband, Arch, demanded.

Then, the doctor handed her a medical report with bold black letters: Stage IV Pancreatic Cancer. Six months to live.

In a fraction of a second, memories of her pathetic existence flooded her mind.

She remembered swallowing her bile when Arch walked past her without a single glance.

She remembered biting her cheek until it bled while her mother-in-law publicly mocked her cheap upbringing.

She remembered constantly bailing out her parasitic brother, only for her own family to treat her like a disposable ATM.

She had starved and silenced herself to build a flawless facade for people who wouldn't even care if she dropped dead tomorrow.

The realization hit her like a physical blow. Why had she spent her only life locked in a gilded cage, shrinking herself to please a man made of ice?

The diagnosis wasn't a death sentence. It was a starting pistol.

Constance didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she went straight to the bank and liquidated every penny she owned.

She went home, threw her entire conservative wardrobe onto the floor, and fried a dripping bacon and cheese sandwich in front of her horrified husband.

"No, this is freedom."

Putting on a blood-red silk gown and five-inch stilettos, Constance smiled. She was going to spend her last six months burning the Ferguson empire to the ground.