Real and Fake Patient: My Wife is Dying

After learning that my wife had cancer, I was afraid that she would collapse, which would affect her treatment.

Therefore, I lied to her and said that I had cancer myself, and proposed to sell the house for treatment.

Hearing this, my wife slammed the knife and fork on the table and asked for a divorce.

She even brought her relatives to our house to demand justice, saying that I wanted to drag her down.

I questioned her in tears, but she looked at me with disgust and smiled.

She said, "Haven't you heard the saying that in times of trouble, each one looks out for himself?"

I was trembling with anger and agreed to the divorce.

Then she planned to buy a house and a car for her younger brother with the money.

I tried to persuade her not to do it, but she said I had no idea about family.

I just let her go. After all, it was her choice.

Then I just wished that your useless brother could do everything for your treatment.

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During dinner, Valery Wright was focused on the TV and didn't notice my heavy heart. I cleared my throat and said, "Our medical examination results are out. Everything is normal for you. I... I have cancer."

Valery glanced at me anxiously and asked, "What? Is it serious? Will it be fatal?"

I nodded but soon shook my head. "The doctor said there is an advanced treatment with a high cure rate and good post-treatment effects. It generally does not affect the body and lifespan. Don't worry."

Valery seemed relieved and touched her chest. Perhaps thinking of the advanced treatment, she asked with some concern, "How is it treated and how much does it cost approximately?"

I sighed, "It's quite expensive. I plan to sell the house. If the money is not enough, I will take out a loan. After I am cured, I will find a way to get the house back."

I thought the next scene would be Valery hugging me and crying, encouraging me to fight the disease. But she put down her fork and her face darkened. "Sell the house? Where will I stay? Sleep on the streets? Aren't you being a bit selfish?"

I was stunned.

I paused not only because of her words, but also because the person with cancer was not me, but Valery.

Valery always considered her younger brother in every aspect and had an unstable mental state. If I told her that she had cancer, she would have an emotional breakdown and may even give up treatment because she wouldn't want to spend money.

After much thought, I decided to take action first and explain later.

I planned to tell her that I had cancer myself first. After I sold the house and got enough money, I would tell her the truth to spare her from inner torment.

But I didn't expect her to say that.

I was a little upset, but still thought that maybe she didn't react because it happened suddenly. Then I gritted my teeth and continued, "But if I don't receive treatment, I will die. Besides, this house was bought by me before our marriage. Don't I have the right to sell the house to treat the illness?"