My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Selena couldn't help but sigh.

Why couldn't her husband be more like that?

Gavin was still hiding his illness from her, even now!

Her hands balled into tight fists as frustration boiled up inside her.

When Gavin finally came out of the exam room, he turned to her and said, "Babe, you should get checked out, too. Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

Selena flashed him a smile as she walked into the room, but the resentment she felt only grew.

A CT scan had radiation! Gavin was so desperate to hide his illness that he didn't even care about her safety anymore.

But then again, Gavin was a powerful man. He had been the one to bail her out. Without him, she'd probably still be sitting in a jail cell.

As much as it made her angry, she had no choice but to go through with the scan.

After her scan was done, she headed toward the doctor's office. Just as she got closer, she overheard the doctor saying, "Mr. Cobb, unnecessary scans expose you to radiation. Why put yourself through that?"

"It's fine," Gavin said, brushing it off.

The doctor sighed heavily. "The disease is progressing quickly. The upside is that there's no pain, so even as it worsens, you won't feel much discomfort…"

Gavin's voice was tense. "How long do we have?"

The doctor sighed again. "By the time we found it, it was already late-stage. You've got maybe two weeks left. But there's an imported drug that could extend your life by a few years. Would you like to try it?"

nodded. "Yes,

expensive. A single round of treatment could cost over a million dollars. And even then, it would only extend your

Even if we have to sell the house, we're going

get the prescription

Gavin quickly added, "Oh, one more thing. Please tell my wife these are just vitamins. I don't want her worrying. And, um, could you give me some actual vitamins, too?

him a sympathetic

man

finally left the office, he spotted Selena and nearly jumped out of his skin. "What are you doing here? You didn't overhear

Gavin was so nervous...

"Of course not. Give me the prescription—I'll go pick up the

over, distracted by a work

She charged it to

she

with vitamins, while the

shady-looking man sidled up to her. "Miss, that medicine you've got there... it's a special

do you

of drugs. See, this stuff is only prescribed to specific patients, but I can resell it through my contacts. Think about it—he's already in the late stages. Why waste

Ninety percent...

had cost a million dollars. Ninety percent

lit

she went and bought more vitamins to replace it. This way, when they got home, both she

was going to die in two weeks, so

of the expensive meds and pocket the four hundred thousand. Then she could

The idea excited her.