A Slight Chill in Midsummer

The day I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, my husband brought his true love home.

We'd been married for three years. I thought I could warm his cold heart, but I was wrong.

Because I sought help from my ex-boyfriend when he was at his lowest, he suspected me of cheating and started treating me coldly.

He even cursed me and told me to die.

Now that I'm really dying, he gets down on his knees and begs me to forgive him after I ask for a divorce.