The Day I Stopped Dying

Ever since the diagnosis, the voice had been on a relentless loop.

A cold, synthetic voice inside my head, practically weeping as it begged me not to hold on.

“Please, just get a divorce.”

“She slept with her intern the moment you were diagnosed. This marriage isn't worth the slow, excruciating compromise!”

“Without her, without this marriage, you’ll finally be free.”

I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping. Beside me, Lucy immediately pulled me into her arms.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? Are you hurting?”