My Husband Started Dieting After I Got Cancer

My husband, Thomas Ford, is 39 years old, 59 tall, and weighs 230 pounds. Since seeing my adFordd liver cancer diagnosis, he suddenly became enthusiastic about fitness and weight loss. I advised him to act within his limits, but he said lovingly, I need to get my body in shape so Ill have the energy to take care of you. Everyone praised him for his loyalty and foresight, and I, too, was moved to tears.

Until I inadvertently overheard his conversation with his best friend: Maya said I have to lose 30 pounds before shell marry me. Maya is his young assistant, Maya Thorne. It turned out they had already started planning their happy life after my death. And I was still fantasizing about a couple enduring hardships together.

Alright, weight loss, huh? 30 pounds isnt enough. In the next few months, he might lose 227 pounds! After all, an urn only weighs about 3 pounds, doesnt it?

1.

That day, Thomas called to say he was having dinner with a few good friends and wouldnt be home. I repeatedly warned him not to drink, and he promised he wouldnt. But I was still worried, so I headed to the hotel. As I reached the private dining room, just as I was about to push the door open, I heard laughter and teasing from inside.

Thomas, your weight loss efforts have been impressive lately! Youve really shed some pounds!

Haha, cant help it. Gotta lose it, even if it kills me! Maya said if I dont lose thirty pounds, she wont marry me!

Maya is his assistant, Maya Thorne, only twenty-four, young, beautiful, and charmingly petite. Immediately, Mayas sweet, cooing voice chimed in: I dont care! You absolutely have to lose thirty pounds, or else, when I wear my wedding dress and youre wearing your suit, fat like a pig, my girlfriends will die laughing!

Thomass voice, slurred with drink: Alright, alright, whatever you say. We still have a few months, dont we, darling? Dont rush, I promise to get it done!

Come on, come on, lets toast to Thomas! May he soon win the heart of his beauty!

Thomas, congratulations! An old bull chasing fresh grass, must be amazing!

I stood frozen in place, my mind a blank! Thomas, had already hooked up with Maya Thorne?! He was counting down the days for me to die, for me to vacate my position, for him to marry his mistress? But what he didnt know was that *he* was the one with liver cancer, and it was advanced stage!

A while ago, Thomas had a poor appetite and often complained of bloating. He thought it was indigestion and bought medicine to take himself. I was worried, so I coaxed him into getting a check-up with me, and also arranged a full body scan for him. To my shock, he had liver cancer, advanced stage!

The moment I received the diagnosis, it felt like a thunderbolt striking me! He was only thirty-seven, the father of my eight-year-old son, and the man I had defied my parents for, desperate to marry him! A year ago, he finally climbed to the position of company VP, with an annual salary of two million. Just as his career was soaring, he got liver cancer?

In the hospital office, tears streamed down my face. The hand holding the diagnosis shook slightly; I simply couldnt accept this cruel reality. At that moment, only one thought echoed in my mind: *No, I cant lose him. Ill exhaust all our finances if I have to, to get him the best treatment!*

The doctor, seeing my determined gaze, sighed. Prepare yourself mentally. In cases like this, treatment has little meaning. Life expectancy is probably within a year. If you insist on surgery, because the cancer cells have already metastasized, the success rate is very low, and youll need to wait three months until all his indicators are stable.

A glimmer of hope ignited in my heart. Okay, I agree to the surgery.

During this time, the patients mental state must remain stable. We recommend keeping his condition a secret for now, to avoid causing severe emotional fluctuations.

On the way home that day, I pondered how to hide this diagnosis so Thomas wouldnt see it. Suddenly, a curious thought arose: if I were the one with cancer, how would Thomas react? He would surely be very sad, wouldnt he? I wanted that feedback; I wanted his affection for me to be the last warm memory he gave me in his lifetime.

Leaving the print shop, the diagnosis had been changed to my name. Sure enough, when Thomas saw the diagnosis, he hugged me tightly, his throat choked with emotion. Honey, lets get it treated quickly; youll definitely get better! My heart was a mix of joy and sorrow. Joy that his reaction was exactly as I had hoped, and sorrow that such a wonderful man might be gone forever.

Now, the most important thing was to get his body in prime condition for the surgery in three months. I started preparing nutritious meals for him daily, varying the dishes, and giving him his medication as prescribed. Of course, I lied and told him he only had a mild stomach ulcer that required medication. But he, from the very next day, suddenly started frequenting the gym, lifting weights to lose weight!

These past few years, he had been engrossed in socializing and drinking, his body steadily expanding from 140 pounds at our wedding to a formidable 230 pounds. I had repeatedly urged him to lose weight, but he always ignored me. Now, he was actively starting to lose weight?! I thought he must have deeply realized the importance of health through my cancer diagnosis.

For half a month straight, he went to the gym every day, posted check-ins on social media, showcasing his decreasing weight. He came home drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, every single day. While the doctor had told me he needed to increase his exercise moderately for fat loss, his relentless effort seemed excessive.

When he returned from the gym once more, collapsing onto the sofa in exhaustion, I advised him that weight loss should be gradual, and exercise should be within ones limits. But he, panting and wiping sweat, looked at me with deep affection and said, Honey, I need to get my body in shape so I can take better care of you and accompany you through your treatment!

That day, several relatives, upon hearing Thomas mention my illness, came to visit me. Hearing his words, they were greatly moved, praising his loyalty and profound foresight. I couldnt help but wipe away my tears. *To have such a husband, what more could a woman ask for?!*

2.

To think, the slap in the face came so quickly! I stood at the private dining room door, feeling weak, my hands and feet icy cold. Inside, the revelry continued, the atmosphere intensely lively.

Then I heard Mayas seductive voice again: Well have to buy another apartment later. The one she lived in is bad luck! And the apartment you bought me before is too small! Also, the purse you gave me last time came out in khaki; I want another one.

Thomass voice, slurred with drink: Alright, alright, whatever you say. Ill follow your every command; hows that?

Hahahaha A burst of laughter echoed from the room again.

Hahahaha, standing outside the door, the moment my heart died, I also laughed. It seems fate is not entirely unkind, letting me see Thomas Fords true colors. I will no longer shed tears for him, no longer suffer from losing him, and will no longer immerse myself in longing and reminiscing about him for the rest of my life.

Yes, thats good. Drinking? Drink up. Drink more. Soon, you wont be able to drink or eat. Thomas, cherish this final countdown party. The torment of illness will soon make your life a living hell! Buying purses? Buying houses? Dream on! Maya Thorne, you just wait. Im going to make you spit out every bit of flesh youve eaten, along with the bones!

Leaving the hotel, the cold street wind blew, chilling my heart to the bone. Thomass words pierced me like a knife, but I couldnt fall. Because I held a strong hand, like an impenetrable shield, not only deflecting blows but also swiftly throwing back more, sharper knives! The person I faced was no longer my lover, my husband, but an enemy who wished for my death. Dealing with an enemy, naturally, I couldnt be soft-hearted! At this moment, I was no longer the fragile stay-at-home wife, but a goddess of vengeance, holding the winning hand and utterly ruthless!

Thomas and I were college sweethearts. He came from a rural background, his parents old and frail, and his family was dirt poor. My parents firmly disapproved of me marrying him. But I loved him, believed in him, and resisted by going on a hunger strike. Finally, my loving parents relented, compromised, not only agreeing to the marriage but also providing the down payment for our marital home.

After marriage, Thomas and I struggled together in our careers. Our salaries were meager, but deeply in love with him, I was content with love alone. From a city girl who couldnt do anything, I transformed into a virtuous wife and loving mother, capable of handling all household chores. After our son was born, his parents, being older, didnt adapt to city life well. My parents also had poor health, and our son was sickly from birth. I had no choice but to quit my job and return to the home, shouldering the heavy burden of housework. For the next ten years, his parents took turns falling ill, and I had to spend years running between hospitals, unable to work, until they passed away six months ago.

Meanwhile, Thomass career flourished. He steadily climbed positions within the company, finally reaching the Vice President role last year. Friends and family praised my foresight, saying I married a man with potential, and now, finally, our hardships were over, and I could comfortably be a wealthy wife and enjoy life. Who would have thought he had already secretly hooked up with his young assistant!

The deeper the love, the greater the hate! My heart trembled. Thomas, if you didnt love me, you could have told me. We could have peacefully separated and divided our assets. Why did you deceive me? Why did you scheme against me? Even if you no longer loved me, I was your wife, sharing your bed for ten years. How could you be so heartless, wishing for my death?! These ten years of genuine affection were ultimately wasted on a dog!

3.

Back home, I went into my study and opened the computer. The browser search history was full of Thomass queries about liver cancer.

How long can someone with advanced liver cancer live?

How much does liver cancer surgery cost?

How long can someone live with liver cancer without surgery?

What is the success rate of liver cancer surgery?

Is there a possibility of curing liver cancer?

If it were before, I would have certainly thought he was concerned about my condition and been moved by it. Now, I finally knew he was calculating days and times, and costs, anticipating when his happy life would finally begin. A heartless dog!

I logged into his online banking. Over the years, I had given Thomas complete trust, never checking his whereabouts, his phone, or his bank cards. So, he felt quite secure with me and hadnt changed his banking password. Line by line, I reviewed the transaction history, and my heart was pierced again and again. In just one year, he had transferred one hundred and thirty-seven thousand dollars! His current balance was just over fifty thousand. He only gave me a thousand dollars a month for household expenses, yet he transferred one hundred and thirty-seven thousand to his mistress! How ironic!

I had told him several times that the household allowance wasnt enough, but he always told me to be more frugal. He said his money was invested in various financial products, which would generate annual income, allowing our son to study abroad in the future, supporting his growth, and providing us with a peaceful and happy old age. I believed him. But now, those one hundred and thirty-seven thousand dollars in transfers felt like a heavy slap, disorienting me! Then, it transformed into a raging fire in my heart!

Endure? Impossible! Thomas, since you treat me this way, I will no longer have any attachment to you.

At 10 PM, Thomas entered, hiccuping from drink. Seeing my grim face as I sat on the living room sofa, he assumed I was upset about him drinking. He chuckled, removing his jacket. They just dragged me along for a few drinks, just a little, heh heh.

I looked at him coldly. He grew a bit impatient, frowning. You just worry about your own health now; you dont need to worry about me.

I struggled to suppress my anger, staring intensely at him, speaking each word distinctly. One hundred and thirty-seven thousand dollars. In one year, you gave Maya Thorne one hundred and thirty-seven thousand dollars!

He suddenly stiffened, abruptly looking up. You, you, what did you say?!

My eyes blazed with fury, glaring at him. Thomas Ford, are you even human?! One hundred and thirty-seven thousand dollars! Joint marital property! Maya Thorne, you *must* return it!

His drunkenness completely faded. He desperately tried to conceal his inner panic, shouting at me, What hundred and thirty-seven thousand? What madness are you talking about?!

Keep pretending. Lets see how long you can keep it up! See for yourself! I showed him the online screenshots on my phone. Apartment purchase, eighty thousand! February 14th, transfer 52,000! March 8th, transfer 10,100! And 1314, 520! Thomas, twelve years of marriage, what have you ever given me?!

Tears again streamed down my face. My throat choked, and I wept uncontrollably. I worked so hard managing our home, yet you cheated, giving your mistress one hundred and thirty-seven thousand dollars!

Thomas Ford, I trusted you so much, but you treated me like an idiot! Youre heartless!

Thomas glanced at my phone, then flared up in anger. Helen Fairfax! You checked my accounts! So what? You have cancer, whats the point of worrying about all this? What you should be thinking about now is how to save your life, not me. Whats the point?

He finally dropped his fa?ade of a good husband, revealing his true colors before me. I waved my phone. Thomas Ford, this money *must* be returned. Otherwise, Ill go to your company and ruin your reputation. Do you believe me?

Thomas seemed a little uneasy, but still bluffed. If I lose my job because of your drama, then there wont even be money to treat your illness. Wont that just hurt you in the end?

Making a scene means no treatment? Haha, hes the one who needs treatment, and hes threatening me now?! I sneered. Treatment my ass. I wont get treatment. I demand she return that one hundred and thirty-seven thousand dollars. Otherwise, Ill not only make a scene at your company but also file a lawsuit against her!

Seeing my uncompromising stance, Thomas softened his tone. I, I was just playing along, wasnt I? My heart is with this family; what are you afraid of?

Heart? Your heart is worse than a dogs!

But, but she cant come up with over a million right away.

Then itll be a court judgment and forced execution.

Thomas suddenly sneered. Then go ahead and sue. From filing to a court judgment, it will take at least several months. Im just afraid that the money wont be recovered, and youll already be hmph.

Is that so? I raised an eyebrow. Shall we see about that then?!

Thomas didnt want to waste any more words with me. He stiffened his neck. Fine, do whatever you want. Want to make a scene? At most, Ill resign. With my reputation in the industry, finding another job will be easy. I sat there, unmoving. Very well. Then, lets do it tomorrow. You wait.