Refuse to Raise His Mistress’s Son

My boyfriend had a low sperm count. So when he found an abandoned baby on the roadside, he begged me to give up my study abroad plans and adopt him.

I agreed.

We married. For thirty years, I poured my life into raising that child as my own.

Then, the year our son finally settled into his own life, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Faced with astronomical medical bills, my husband and son sat me down. The message was clear: I should give up.

"It's terminal. Why waste the money?"

"Mom, Dad's right. I have a future to think about. Don't be selfish."