If it were in the past, I would have kept quiet to avoid making Nathan uncomfortable, but now, I just wanted to annoy her.

"Mom, didn't you teach me that I should obey my husband? I'm just following Nathan's words and not disobeying him."

Iris was at a loss for words, instantly silenced.

Then she waved her hand, signaling me to quickly remove the cigarettes, alcohol, and greasy food, and set up the nutritious meal she had prepared.

A bowl of oatmeal and a few light dishes.

Iris picked up a spoon to feed him.

Nathan suddenly swept the food off the tray onto the floor, shouting hysterically, "I'm sick of eating this food every day. I'm dying. Why can't I eat something good?"

Iris was so shocked that she slapped me. "Huh, what bad things did you say to him?"

Nathan started refusing to cooperate with the treatment.

After five years of marriage, although he didn't say it, I knew the words "late-stage stomach cancer" were deeply imprinted in his mind.

In my previous life, I had quit my job early to take care of him, going to great lengths to hide his condition and find ways to ensure he received proper treatment. In this life, I used financial pressure as an excuse to keep working.

While taking care of him in the hospital, I liked to walk around and often gossiped about cancer death cases I overheard.

When Iris asked him to take his medicine and get an IV, he threw a water cup at her, bruising her hand.

Iris, who had once retained her charm, quickly aged after a few sleepless nights at the hospital.

Meanwhile, my mood improved, and I even started to look younger.

At 9.00 pm, I was about to go home when Iris stopped me, insisting that I stay the night.

I thought it wasn't the right time to confront her, so I endured it.

The next day, just before work, I suddenly received a call from my manager telling me I didn't need to come in anymore.

I was momentarily stunned, gripping my phone tightly, trembling as I asked.

"Mr. Perez, I work hard and haven't made any mistakes. Why are you firing me?"

Moreover, I really needed this job.

Two years ago, my mom had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and fell into a coma.

Iris and Nathan both advised me to give up on her treatment.

But my mom raised me alone and never had a day of happiness. I couldn't accept that.

They threatened me, saying I couldn't use their money.

Helpless, I used most of my monthly salary to transfer my mom to a cheaper nursing home, hoping she would wake up one day.

The manager sighed, "Your mother-in-law said your husband has cancer and you need to resign to take care of him. If we didn't approve, she would make a scene at the company. The boss found out and immediately agreed."

I instantly became furious.

So, her son's life is important?

After hanging up the phone, Iris walked in and nonchalantly ordered me to persuade Nathan to take his medication.

I didn't move, just stared at her.

She didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, she snapped at me.

"What are you looking at? It's you, this jinx, who harmed my son like this. If he's not well, you don't think about leaving."

Fine, since you want me to take care of him so much, I'll take good care of him.

Send him to his grave even faster.

Seeing my cooperative attitude, Iris dragged me to the doctor's office to ask if there were better treatment options.

The doctor said the patient's mood needed to improve and that the will to live greatly impacts recovery.

Iris, as if enlightened, called a girl named Zoey.

When Nathan and I had a simple wedding, I knew he had an ex-girlfriend named Zoey who left him because his family was poor. I didn't care at the time.

Three years after our marriage, his family unexpectedly received 20 million in compensation for a relocation, and gradually, his attitude towards me grew cold.

In my previous life, after Nathan recovered, he was desperate to divorce me and marry his true love, Zoey.

Unexpectedly, they had already been seeing each other for a while.

A beautiful, long-legged woman with brown hair appeared in the ward, and Iris enthusiastically greeted her.

I laughed sarcastically.

Nathan and I had been married for five years. To maintain family harmony, I took the initiative to buy clothes and jewelry for Iris, cared for her health, and even paid for her to travel abroad, but she never gave me a kind look.

When I returned home, there were no slippers for me, and even for the reunion dinner, she told me to order takeout for myself.

I thought she was naturally cold, feeling I had taken her son away, and held animosity towards me.

Now I realized, some people just hate you no matter what you do, without any reason.

Nathan's face lit up with joy upon seeing Zoey, and the dullness in his eyes brightened.

Iris pulled me out, letting them have a good chat.

I found it funny. I was his wife, yet now I was treated like an outsider.

The next day, as soon as I brought the soup over, I heard laughter coming from the ward.

Iris naturally took out the lunch boxes, giving one to Nathan and one to Zoey, completely ignoring that I was still hungry.

She even warned me to serve them well.

Nathan began to actively cooperate with the treatment, requesting to undergo even the most painful treatment plans.

Iris visibly relaxed.

Every day, Zoey would show up in the ward, looking radiant, to chat with Nathan.

The new patients praised the couple's relationship and also complimented me, their hired caretaker, for my diligence and attention to detail.

The doctors, during their rounds, would say his condition was improving day by day and that full recovery was possible.

After the first round of chemotherapy, just as he was discharged, Nathan asked me for a divorce and demanded a share of the only property my mom left me.

He said my mom became a vegetable after our marriage and left no will, so legally, it was marital property, and he was entitled to half.

I was infuriated by his shamelessness.

To protect my mom's property, I adamantly refused to divorce.

He threw my belongings out and slandered me online, claiming I cheated on him after he got cancer and that it was Zoey who had been caring for him devotedly.

I prepared to clear things up.

But then I received a call from the nursing home.

"Your mother-in-law requested to stop your mom's treatment, saying that since you're getting divorced, the fees you pay are marital property, and she wants to use it for her son's wedding expenses."

"Ms. Sanders, when can you come to pick up your mom? We're also worried about receiving complaints."

Anger surged within me as I glanced at the message just sent by the doctor.

"Your husband's condition has been worsening. Do you want to continue hiding his condition like before, or...?"