After I Died from Cancer, the Cheating Husband Died in the Fire

When I was diagnosed with cancer, I took my medical records and immediately went to find my husband, Simon Pierce as I wanted to discuss the details of my funeral arrangements.

But I saw with my own eyes that he pressed a young secretary on his desk, engaging in intimate interactions repeatedly.

Nearby, a security guard on his patrol sighed.

"Everyone has their fate, indeed. Still, hundreds of college graduates came for interviews, but Mr. Pierce kept only this intern. Not only does she earn a four thousand dollar salary, but he also bought her an expensive mansion near the company!"

"Imagine that. A fresh graduate… makes this much and shares the CEO’s bed. That’s a blessing others can only dream of."

I glanced at her face. Her features bore a faint resemblance to mine.

I let out a hollow murmur, "What a blessing indeed."

After leaving the building, I made a phone call to confirm the arrangement for my whole body donation.

From this moment on, I, Lily Caldwell, no longer existed.

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For hours, I wandered aimlessly along the roadside.

It was late evening by the time I returned home, but even before I entered the building, I heard his voice.

"Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on Lily at all times? How could you lose track of her again?"

"If something happens to her, are you prepared to take responsibility?"

I could picture the scene already. Simon could not find me and his anger was directed at the servants as always.

I immediately made my way upstairs.

When the housekeeper, who was standing amidst the scattered stuff in the house, caught sight of me, her expression shifted as though a savior had finally appeared.

"Madam, you’re finally back! Sir was furious when he came home and didn’t see you. He almost tore the house apart."

"Now that he’s angry, only you can calm him down."

Without waiting for my response, the housekeeper all but pushed me toward Simon’s study.

The moment I stepped inside, I saw Simon seated at his desk. His long fingers tapped the phone screen swiftly, his lips curling into a barely contained smile.

I did not even need to guess who he was talking to.

Sensing someone’s presence, he looked up abruptly. When his eyes met mine, the smile vanished instantly. He turned his phone face down on the desk, his frown deepening with annoyance.

"Lily, where have you been? Why are you back so late?"

"Have you forgotten? We’re attending the birthday party of the richest family in this country tonight?"

The light in his eyes dimmed further, leaving only a dull frustration. That was precisely the expression I had grown all too accustomed to recently.

I said nothing. The assistant standing by the door handed me a dark green velvet evening dress. I accepted it and walked into the room to change.

When I stepped back out, Simon’s gaze lingered on me for longer than expected.

Admiration flickered briefly in his eyes and it had been years since I had seen him look at me like that.

Since Simon started his business, I had never applied any makeup. Also, my wardrobe had been reduced to shirts and plain sportswear.

It had been over ten years since I last wore anything so luxurious.

"This velvet evening dress suits my beautiful wife perfectly. You look just like a wealthy lady straight out of a novel."

The assistant then chimed in, praising me.

"Of course, that’s all thanks to your impeccable taste, Mr. Pierce. Whether it’s business or the women, you always choose the very best."

"But, if Mrs. Pierce gained just a little weight, it would be perfect. The waist of this dress seems a little loose," the assistant continued.

It was only then that I noticed that this evening dress, which was supposed to hug my figure perfectly, now hung loosely around me. The waistline was now two sizes too big. I guessed it was due to the weight  had lost because of the cancer.

Upon hearing this, Simon’s gaze fell on my waist.

The relaxed ease in his expression vanished as he frowned slightly, "What’s wrong with this store? I’ll have them send someone over immediately to fix it."

Without wasting a second, he reached for his phone and was about to make a call, but I stopped him.

"I’ve been losing weight lately and they probably didn’t have time to keep up with my size."

"The birthday party is more important. We shouldn’t waste time on something so trivial."

At my words, a flicker of anxiety flashed across his features.

"You’re in your early thirties, Lily. Why are you trying to imitate those young girls, starving yourself just to lose weight? If bad things happen to your body, do you think I won’t worry myself to death?"