Chapter 4

I clenched my fists, my whole body trembling.

So it wasn't just a mental betrayal—

He'd physically betrayed me too.

"Enough, Ethan. Even if I really only have a few days left, it's not your place to humiliate me like this."

Ethan frowned slightly.

"Sophia, how is this humiliating you?"

"You said before that you loved me so much that if you left before me, you wouldn't want to see me lonely for the rest of my life."

"Don't worry. If Chloe and I really end up together, we'll definitely bring flowers to visit you every year on holidays."

I was already furious, but inside I couldn't help but laugh coldly.

We'd see who'd be bringing flowers to whom.

I had no time for this nonsense. I turned and headed for the bedroom.

"Stop."

Ethan suddenly called out, then tossed me a comforter and pillow.

"Sophia, I've thought it over. Since you're not feeling well, you might be uncomfortable at night. Why don't you move to the guest room for now?"

My mother-in-law chimed in from the side.

"That's right. You have cancer now—it's so unlucky. Don't pass your sickness on to my son."

I was so angry I laughed.

"So this is what you've been planning while I was gone these past few days."

"Fine. I'll make you happy."

That afternoon, I pushed open the study door. Ethan quickly pushed Chloe under the desk.

Chloe deliberately made trouble.

I pretended not to notice Ethan's barely controlled expression.

"Sign this."

I expressionlessly dropped a document on the desk.

Ethan's eyes were glazed, trying to stay composed as he glanced at me. "What... is this?"

His words came out in a strange tone.

Only in bed did Ethan make that kind of hoarse sound.

What they were doing was self-evident.

"Sophia, you're not asking for a divorce, are you?"

"Of course not."

I glanced at Chloe crouched under the desk and let out a sneer.

"It's a cancer treatment waiver."

"Sign this."

"Then I won't get treatment."

This suggestion clearly suited him perfectly.

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't even read it, just signed the last page directly.

"Sophia, go rest."

"Didn't the doctor say that even if you give up treatment, you still have a month to live?"

"You always wanted to see the Northern Lights. In a while, I'll take time off work and take you..."

Ethan's subsequent words became increasingly fragmented.

I checked the waiver to make sure the signature was fine, gave a cold laugh, and as I left, kindly reminded him:

"Use the bed."

"The bed is so big. Why squeeze in here so awkwardly and secretively?"

With those words,

I ignored Ethan's shocked and stunned expression and slammed the door shut.

That night, Chloe clearly had no intention of leaving and stayed directly in our marital home.

She refused to sleep on the sofa and, wearing my pajamas, headed straight for the master bedroom.

Seeing my dark expression, she covered her mouth and laughed.

"Sophia, you don't have many days left anyway."

"Why fuss over so much? These silk pajamas are really comfortable. Why don't you just give them to me?"

"Take them off."

I stared at her coldly. "You'd even bully a dying person?"

"Even if I die, I'm burning these and taking them with me. I won't let some homewrecker have them."

"And I'm not dead yet. You're a guest. You should sleep on the sofa."

Chloe leaned close to my ear and lowered her voice.

"The sofa is too hard. I can't sleep comfortably on it. Plus I need a familiar environment—I need to hold a man to fall asleep."

As Chloe said this, she winked at Ethan.

Ethan impatiently spoke to me.

"Enough, Sophia."

"Instead of making things difficult for Chloe, you should be doing everything you want to do. After all, you only have a month left to live."

"Especially at night—won't your stomach hurt terribly?"

Ethan let out a light scoff and pointed to the nightstand in the guest room.

"See that? I've already prepared painkillers for you."

I gritted my teeth. "How thoughtful of you."

I voluntarily gave up the master bedroom.

Ethan smiled with satisfaction and patted my shoulder. "Sophia, you're much more sensible than before."

"I've already bought tickets to see the Northern Lights. In the last stretch of your life, I promise you'll spend it happily."

With that, Ethan pulled Chloe's slender waist and disappeared into the master bedroom.

That night, listening to them rolling around in the master bedroom, laughing and playing.

Yes, he still has a month to live.

I told myself.

It won't be much longer.