The husband abandoned his sick wife for his mistress.

The following morning, Elara awoke with a deep sense of unease. By her bedside sat a small, neatly folded note. Her hands trembled as she opened it.

“Elara, I’ve fallen in love with Liora. I’m sorry, but I need to be with her. We have to end this.”

It was signed simply: “Caden.”

She felt a wave of numbness wash over her. These weren’t the words of the husband she knew—they belonged to someone entirely different.

With unsteady hands, Elara tore the note clean down the middle. The pieces drifted to the floor like ashes.

“I won’t let him break me,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.

This was the time to be strong. Her fight was no longer just against illness—it was for her future. Bit by bit, she would rebuild her life. And Caden would regret everything he’d done.