He Only Believed Me After I Died

After Zachary Harding tore up our marriage certificate for the eighth time over his secretary,

I didn't go with him to get a new one.

I posted the chat logs between him and that secretary online instead.

Then I turned around and checked myself into the cancer center.

Zachary came rushing to the hospital, my stomach cancer diagnosis crushed in his fist.

"If you die, I'll die with you."

I took it for a joke.

But afterward, he truly never left my side.

He even sold the company, dragging out a three-month prognosis into three whole years.