Chapter 13
“I won’t signit! I’ll never sign it unless you give me a million dollars!”
Although she was adamant about staying married to Zayn, Willow was more determined to secure one million dollars from him. It was her only hope to pay for Aaron’s treatment and save him. Therefore, signing the divorce agreement without a fight was unthinkable
Despite Willow’s desperate struggles, Zayn’s grip was unyielding. No matter how she struggled, he maintained his grip on her hand and meticulously penned her name on the divorce agreement.
Finally, the divorce agreement was signed.
As Zayn placed two divorce agreements into a folder, Willow felt her spirit collapse, leaving her utterly devoid of energy.
Zayn was the sole object of her devotion, and despite his torment, her love for him remained unwavering
She had imagined that a month later, when she was laid to rest, her tombstone would bear the inscription “His Wife.” Yet, at that moment, she had nothing to do
with Zayn anymore.
Their marriage was over, and they no longer had anything to do with each other!
When she collapsed onto the edge of the bed, Willow’s face was already streaked with tears as she looked at Zayn.
“Zayn, can you please give me that one million dollars? I understand your animosity towards me, your desire to see me sutter. However, for the sake of our previous relationship, can you please lend me that money?
“I’ve been diagnosed with late–stage stomach cancer. You’ll soon see me dead, just as you wished. I’m begging you, please, give me that money to save Aaron’s
Did she just say cancer?
And it was also late–stage stomach cancer?
Zayn couldn’t help but furrow his brow, especially at the mention of death, which sent a sharp pang of pain through his heart.
His eyes held a myriad of emotions as he studied the woman beside the bed. Her complexion was ashen, her clothes a mess, herentine demeanor radiating an undeniable frailty. Could it be that she was indeed suffering from a terminal illness?
In a flash, he pushed the idea aside. She had always been healthy, so how could she possibly have cancer?
She was the embodiment of deception, a pro at playing the victim. How could he fall for her act?
Zayn’s eyes held a mocking glint, and he had a sardonic smile that could send shivers down anyone’s spine.
“Willow, you can just die alongside that bastard son of yours!”
It turned out that she had been blinded by her infatuation, pouring her heart out for someone who didn’t deserve it. All she had received in return was his callous remark, “You’re better off dead then!”
A wave of anguish washed over her, the intensity of her pain surpassing anything she had ever experienced before.
As the excruciating pains of late–stage cancer grew more frequent, Willow curled up at the foot of the bed, drenched in cold sweat.
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