Chapter 1

On the day Olivia Fordham was diagnosed with stomach cancer, her husband, Ethan Miller, was taking care of his first love’s children.

In the hospital corridor, Keith Rogers said grimly while holding a biopsy report, “Olivia, the results are out. If the surgery is successful, the five-year survival rate for a 3A malignant tumor is 15 to 30 percent.”

Olivia gripped the strap of her sling bag tightly with her slender fingers. Her petite face was pale and solemn. “Keith, how long do I have left to live if I don’t do the surgery?”

“Six months to a year. It’s different for everyone. In your case, it’s better to do two rounds of chemotherapy first before the surgery. It will prevent the risk of the tumor spreading or undergoing metastasis.”

Olivia bit her lip while forcing out, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I’ll arrange for you to be admitted to the hospital right away,” said Keith.

“There’s no need. I don’t plan to receive treatment. I won’t be able to get through it,” Olivia said.

Keith wanted to say something more, but Olivia tipped her head at him. “Keith, please help me keep this a secret. I don’t want my family to worry.”

The Fordham family was bankrupt. Olivia already had to bend over backward just to cover the medical expenses of her father, Jeff Fordham. If her family knew about her illness, it would undoubtedly make the situation worse.

Keith sighed helplessly and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep my lips sealed. I heard that you’re married. Your husband—”

“Keith, please take good care of my dad. I have to go now.” Olivia seemed very reluctant to talk about this and left quickly before he could answer. Keith shook his head.

that she had dropped out of university and gotten married.

the only one who took care of everything. Even when she

year they had gotten married. Alas, when his first love returned to

Amidst her struggles, she saw him swimming toward Marina

too late and missed the optimal window for receiving treatment. By the time she arrived at the hospital, her baby had died in the womb. Seven days after the death of her

deny it any longer. She dialed his number with shaking hands, and

“I won’t see you unless

words about her illness. Marina’s voice

for a long time flowed down her face that instant. Her child was gone and

before. Instead, she

over the phone. He laughed coldly and said, “Olivia, what tricks are

eyes and said, “I’ll wait for

the ground against the wall. The rain blowing into the

his phone blankly after she

silent treatment where she refused to divorce no matter what, why had she suddenly changed her

out at the heavy rain, Ethan

you going?” asked Marina while chasing after him with the babies in her arms. When she saw him walking away quickly, her gentle expression immediately grew frighteningly

bitch! She still wouldn’t give

had been a long time since Ethan had last stepped into the house they shared during their marriage. He had expected to see the dining table laden with his

darkened too early during autumn. Night had fallen although it

a vase of wilted flowers on the dining table. Knowing Olivia, she wouldn’t leave wilted flowers sitting on the table, so there was only

been home recently and had most likely been taking care of her

Olivia opened the door, she saw a tall man standing by the dining table in a suit. The expression on his handsome face was as cold as ice and

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