Chapter 2

"Yes, of course I'll support you!"

I nodded and gently kissed her forehead. "I can drop everything and go overseas with you for treatment."

"If it's about money, I'd even sell a kidney!"

Claire immediately pulled back.

"You don't know anything about that country. Besides, my assistant will go with me. You should stay here and take care of my parents."

"This new therapy has risks. I might not make it, so I need you to lie to my parents."

"Tell them I died from cancer. If the treatment works and I recover, I'll come back and surprise them."

I frowned.

"You think they'll buy that?"

"Don't worry, my parents are easy to fool. If they insist on seeing my body, just tell them I didn't want them to suffer, so you had me cremated and my ashes scattered at sea, like I wanted."

"You've really thought this through."

"Tomorrow we'll file for divorce, then I'll go abroad for treatment."

"You're just going for treatment, not dying. Why do we need to get divorced?"

"My assistant said there's a new policy there. Unmarried women with breast cancer get a discount on this new therapy."

"Honey, I'm just trying to save you money. Can't you see that?"

"And it's just a fake divorce, not real. When I get better, we'll remarry."

"If it's for your health, I've got no objections."

"Thank you, honey. I love you so much."

Seeing I agreed, Claire happily stood on tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss.

The next morning, we went to file for divorce.

She said she needed to discuss the overseas treatment with her assistant.

Then she left.

Less than half an hour later, my wife's male assistant posted on Instagram.

"I'm a genius! Convinced my boss to fake cancer so she'd divorce her husband. We just bought tickets and we're heading to Hawaii!"

"I've been waiting for this day forever. Once we get to Hawaii, I'll post regular updates of me and my boss."

"Let everyone witness our happiness!"

The post included several photos.

Their faces weren't shown, but their fingers were intertwined.

I could clearly see the woman was wearing a black patterned shirt—the same one I'd personally picked out and bought for Claire.

If yesterday I only had suspicions, now I was absolutely certain.

Claire was cheating on me with her assistant. She divorced me just to go on vacation with him in Hawaii.

In that moment, it felt like a ton of bricks hit my chest.

I could barely catch my breath.

We'd been married for years. We were always so loving.

I never imagined she'd actually cheat on me.

Claire didn't come home that night.

She texted saying she was planning the overseas trip with her assistant. They were flying out early the next morning.

I asked if she wanted me to see her off at the airport.

She said it wasn't necessary.

When I sent another message, there was no response.

I put down my phone and took a deep breath.

At this point, she was probably tangled up with that assistant.

If I kept bothering her, I'd just look pathetic.