On My Funeral Day, My Husband Married His First Love

In the third year of my marriage to Dylan, a young, beautiful, energetic girl showed up with a pregnant belly.

"I'm pregnant with Dylan's baby. Be smart and divorce him voluntarily," she said.

"Divorce?" I laughed.

My laugh was rather weird.

Perhaps before the divorce day came, he would become a widower.

Because I had cancer. I was dying.

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The day I was diagnosed with bile duct cancer, the sky was drizzling and foggy. It was just like my mood, which was ashen.

I held my phone, wanting several times to call Dylan and have a good cry.

Why was fate so cruel? I was just in my early thirties. How could I have such a terminal illness!

But I held back.

I couldn't tell him.

Even if I told him, what could he do?

The doctor said I had only three to five months left. Even if I told him, it wouldn't solve anything. It would only add to the sorrow and worries.

I didn't want to make him worry.

I didn't want to see him cry until his eyes were red.

I immediately decided to use the remaining time to say a proper goodbye to him.

But while I was still carefully planning, his lover showed up with her pregnant belly.

How ironic!