I have a rare disease, and no one has ever been cured.
My husband ignored how pale and haggard I grew day by day. Using overtime as an excuse, he started staying out all night more and more often.
Only later did I learn that he wasn’t spending those late nights at the office, but at the home of the woman he’d always loved.
I gave a bitter laugh, left him a divorce agreement, and resolutely went abroad to await death.
But he went mad searching the world for me, then knelt beside my hospital bed and cried out loud.
“I won’t let you die. You can’t die!”
