Chapter 4

Brenda sat tapping her leg on a bench next to the wheelchair.

Derek had his arm around a woman, walking behind her.

The woman's belly was slightly rounded, and she giggled as she leaned into Derek's embrace.

Under the moonlight, I clearly saw the woman's face.

It was Willow Green, Derek's first love.

I gripped the hem of my shirt, frozen to the spot.

Brenda sighed, clasping their intertwined hands.

"You two are truly a perfect match. Back then, I should never have let Cassidy marry into our family!"

Derek sneered. "So what if she married in? However she wormed her way in, she'll crawl her way out."

Willow stroked her belly and asked. "But Cassidy still won't divorce him, what should we do?"

"I'm six months along, almost due, Derek, sweetie. You can't let our baby be born without a daddy, can you?"

Derek frowned, looking at Brenda.

"Brenda, what do you suggest we do?! Willow is almost due, and that woman still won't divorce me."

"I can't believe she wouldn't divorce me, even after I faked cancer. What a stubborn act."

Brenda pondered for a moment, then slapped her thigh.

"Alright, tonight, just make a mess in the bed and make her hand-wash it. I don't believe she won't divorce you then!"

Derek hesitated. "That's...a bit too disgusting."

Willow immediately pouted.

"What's wrong, Derek, sweetie? You don't want to divorce her?"

"If you don't make Cassidy disgusted with you, how will she agree?"

"Exactly! Willow's right! Derek, you have to go all out!"

"And that woman needs to leave with nothing! Not a single dime! The house needs to stay for you two as your wedding home."

Watching their repulsive expressions, my blood ran cold, inch by inch.

I crumpled the medical report in my hand.

Suddenly, a bitter laugh escaped me.

A laugh born of pure rage.

Derek, you have no idea, do you? You actually do have cancer.

The insurance medical exam was two months ago, and we went together.

So this report is real.

They seemed to have made up their minds, triumphant smiles plastered on their faces.

Perhaps thinking of their blissful future, Derek actually picked up Willow and spun her around.

"Come on! Let's go get some barbecue!"

"Cassidy is such an idiot. I told her I had cancer, and she believed it. She keeps making me plain oatmeal. It makes me want to puke."

Willow lightly punched him.

"Cassidy is so annoying, sweetie. From now on, you should have every meal with me, Derek."

Their laughter faded as they walked away.

II stood there for a long time before the feeling returned.

A sharp, sick pain twisted in my chest.

I touched the wet corner of my eye, then turned and went home.

If that's how it is, Derek, then you can just wither on your own.

This medical report was useless now.

Back home, I tore it into shreds and flushed every last piece down the toilet.