hotwife confessions

"Miss White, the test report confirms that you have acute leukemia, commonly known as blood cancer. It is recommended that you be hospitalized for treatment immediately!"

Roses hands tightened, her face pale, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "If I dont receive treatment, how long do I have to live?"

"It depends on the patients condition, but most will not exceed six months."

"Thank you, doctor, I understand." Rose forced a bitter smile, got up and left.

The moment she walked out of the clinic, tears fell silently, and her lips still held a desolate smile.

God really didnt want to let her go!

She mercilessly threw the medical record into the trash can and took a taxi home.

She tied an apron and began to prepare for dinner.

After arranging the dishes, the wall clock struck eight oclock, and he should be back.

"Click!"

The door lock was twisted, and her heart trembled accordingly. Her hand hidden under the table tightened, and her knuckles turned white.

Ethan Black pushed the door open, and the smell of alcohol filled the air.

Rose frowned, used to this situation, and put on a habitual smile: "Youre back! Come and eat!"

Ethan ignored her, not even looking at her, and went upstairs alone.

Already expecting this, Rose mustered up the courage to speak loudly: "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Ethan paused, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and without turning around: "Mrs. Black, if you have anything to say, you can talk to my lawyer. My time is precious and cant be wasted on trash."

"What do you mean? What lawyer?" Rose was shocked, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of her heart.

"I want a divorce!" Ethan clearly and distinctly spat out this sentence.

"What are you talking about?" Rose stood up abruptly, looking at him in disbelief.

"Cant you understand human language? Then let me say it again, I want a divorce!"

The mans words were like a cold ice blade, stabbing into her heart mercilessly, causing unbearable pain.

The tall figure mercilessly went upstairs.

"Bang -!"

Ethan slammed the bedroom door shut, showing his dissatisfaction and resentment towards her.

Yes, her husband hated her, and had hated for three full years.

She thought that by doing everything perfectly, she could warm his heart and melt his knot. She was daydreaming.

He still wanted to leave her and abandon her like a shoe.

Rose sat back down in despair, muttering to herself: "Ethan, would you be satisfied if I died?"

Thinking about the countless times he had shown disgust to her, Rose felt a daze, and suddenly felt that her persistence over the years was a joke.

She picked up her chopsticks, pretending to be very happy, eating alone.

Her eyes were lifeless, holding a bowl of white rice, and forcefully shoveling the rice into her mouth.

It seemed that a hot stream surged from her nostrils, and Rose suddenly froze, looking down at the bowl of white rice being dyed red drop by drop.

That was her blood, gushing out uncontrollably.

She put down the bowl, wiped her hand, and her palm was full of dazzling red.

"Click!" The upstairs bedroom door was pushed open.

Subconsciously, Rose reached out to cover her nose and mouth, looked up, and saw Ethan in a hurry, put on his coat, went downstairs straight to the front door and left.

Why is he going out so late?

Rose didnt have time to think, ran to the balcony and looked down, Ethan drove away.

Why is this expression so familiar, just like when Iris had an accident?