Divorced by My Cheating Husband,Then His Fatal Secret Came Out

I walked out of the doctor's office clutching the test results, my expression grim.

My husband glanced at the report and immediately spotted those three devastating words: amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.

He said nothing. When we got home, he cooked an entire spread of his specialty dishes.

After dinner, he looked at me solemnly.

"Jeanette Fox, we still have our son's education to pay for. This disease of yours is a bottomless pit, and it can't be cured anyway. Maybe we should just... stop treatment."

I stared at him, frozen.

He continued, "If it were me who was sick, I definitely wouldn't treat it either. I couldn't let myself drag down the whole family."

"Jeanette, I hope you understand."

Oh, I understood him perfectly.

So I nodded. "Alright. No treatment then."

But here's the thing he didn't seem to realize—

I wasn't the one who was sick.

——

Simon had been complaining lately about feeling weak all over. I'd been having some minor issues myself, so we went to the hospital together for checkups.

When the results came back, the doctor called me into his office alone.

"You're Simon Simmons' family member, correct? Based on his test results, he has ALS—amyotrophic lateral sclerosis."

Those words exploded in my mind. I knew exactly what they meant.

"Doctor, money isn't an issue for us. Please do everything you can to slow my husband's progression, give him a few more years of quality life. As long as he's alive, there's hope. I don't care if we have to sell everything we own!"

I walked out clutching that report, my whole body trembling.

I'd tried my best to control my expression, but Simon still noticed something was wrong.

He glanced at the papers in my hand. I quickly stuffed them into my bag.

Simon said nothing. He just pulled me into his arms. "You must be hungry. Let's go home—I'll cook you something good."

He made a whole table of his specialty dishes. Every single one was something I loved.

I couldn't hold back. The tears spilled right there in front of him.

He gently wiped them away. "Eat first. We'll talk after."

I figured he must have guessed by now.

After dinner, we sat in heavy silence for a long time.

Then Simon spoke. "Jeanette, maybe we shouldn't go through with treatment."

I broke down completely. "No! The doctor said if we manage it properly, you could still have years of quality life!"

"But ALS treatment costs a fortune—hundreds of thousands a year. It's too much for us."

I grabbed his hand. "Don't worry about the money. We both have good salaries. Even if only one of us is working later, we can handle it. We'll just tighten our belts."

"Jeanette, we still have our son's education to think about. This disease is a bottomless pit, and it can't be cured. We really shouldn't treat it."

I went still.

"What are you saying?"

"If it were me who was sick, I definitely wouldn't treat it either. I couldn't let myself drag down the whole family."

So that was it. He hadn't read the name on the report clearly.

He thought I was the one who was dying.

I withdrew my hand from his. My tears stopped instantly, as if someone had turned off a faucet.

So this is how easy it is, I thought, to not love someone.

"Fine. I understand. No treatment then."

Simon visibly relaxed. He reached for my hand again. "Jeanette, it's not that I begrudge the money. I'm just thinking about our son's future."

"He'll need to study abroad someday, get married—everything costs money. If we drain our savings on medical bills, what will he have left?"

"And most importantly, this disease has no cure. Why throw money at something that can't be fixed?"

I raised my hand to stop him. "Enough. You don't have to keep explaining. No treatment—fine. You're right, it would be a waste of money. Besides, you already said if you had this disease, you wouldn't treat it either. So what reason do I have to insist?"