Chapter 1 Stomach Cancer My husband lost his memory in a car accident . After that , he became a well - known religious believer in Atlanta . But he changed overnight after my adopted sister came back from abroad . He fell for her at first sight and even tore apart the prayer beads he always wore . He knelt humbly before her , begging for just a little more of her attention . When my sister got pregnant , he handed me the divorce papers he'd had ready for some time . So he'd never lost his memory . And he'd only married me because I looked like my sister . Heartbroken , I signed the divorce agreement . He told me to get lost and never show my face around them again . What he didn't know , though , was that I'd been diagnosed with terminal gastric cancer , with only a week left to live . *** I was dying of late - stage stomach cancer . The thin diagnosis report felt like it weighed a ton in my hand . I stumbled into the house in a daze . My husband , Trent Doyle , was walking with my adopted sister , Myla Welch , his arm protectively around hers . A happy smile spread across his face - one that I had never seen . The prayer beads he never took off lay discarded on the floor , treated like nothing . Just like me . 0.0 % 11:37 Chapter 1 Stomach Cancer My feet moved forward on their own . The rustle of my clothes caught their attention . † 288 Vouchers Myla turned , surprise flickering across her face when she saw me . " Brenna ? Why are you back ? " I let out a bitter laugh . " This is my home . Is there a problem with my coming back to my own house ? " At my words , Myla flinched . She nestled closer to Trent , feigning fear . " No , of course not ... " Trent patted her back to soothe her , and then his sharp eyes bore into me . " You're ruining everything . Get lost , or your family will pay ! " I managed a wry smile and went back to my room quietly . Who was I to stop him ? As heir to Atlanta's most prestigious family , Trent held immense power and prestige . Everyone said marrying him was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me . After we got married , we've always treated each other with respect and lived in harmony . I'd naively thought life would just drift on that way , calm and uneventful . But a sudden car accident changed everything . Trent lost his memory . And he turned to a life of devotion , his fingers ceaselessly working his He became a well - known religious believer in Atlanta . prayer beads . He hated me , claiming my existence would taint his spiritual purification , and ordered me to stay away . I never dared contradict . After áll , my family's modest business survived solely because of the Doyle family . And yet , I yearned to be near him , to catch even a moment of his attention . Then Myla came back , and everything shattered . I hid behind the curtains , eyes fixed on them as they sat by the pool . 28.6 % 11:37 Chapter 1 Stomach Cancer The prayer beads Trent once cherished like a treasure were now torn apart . Myla was tossing the beads into the water one by one, giggling at the ripples they made . When she'd thrown the last bead , she fell into Trent's arms , tilting her head up to kiss him . My stomach began to ache once more . Slowly , the gnawing pain crept over the heartbreak . And only a bitter , hollow feeling swirled in my chest . I took out my phone and dialed that long - forgotten number . " Can you look into something for me ? Find out why Myla came back to America this time . " Also ... help me pick out a good resting place . I want to secure a cemetery spot for myself . " tr 288 ¡ Vouchers The words had barely left my mouth when a sickeningly sweet voice sounded behind me . " A spot ? What kind of spot , Brenna ? Are you buying land ? " I jolted , turning around . There Myla was , curled in Trent's arms , her gaze meeting mine with a calculated innocence . I slipped my phone into my pocket with a calm face . " You heard wrong . " Trent didn't care what I was going to buy - he focused solely on his own needs . He walked right past me , not even sparing me a glance as he carried Myla into the bedroom . I knew exactly what they were going to do next , and I felt a sharp , crushing pain . I was about to walk away , desperate for a moment of peace , when my phone rang . Trent's voice , so often cold and indifferent to me , was now eager , almost urgent . " Go buy me a box of condoms right now . The ones with lube . " 65.4 % Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!