Chapter 4
The fact that Davon Smith had cancer was well known by many of our friends.
The fact that he wanted a divorce was also no secret.
“You know, life is just so unpredictable. Ringo, you talk to Davon. Whether we have to sell.
he house or go bankrupt, as long as there’s a shred of hope, we should try.”
“Talk to him, let him go for treatment.”
Outside the community gate, I held onto Davon’s best friend, Ringo Wells, crying loudly.
Ringo’s eyes shifted uneasily. He knew exactly what had happened. He had even called that mistress “Mrs. Smith” before.
But now, as he called me “Mrs. Smith,” he said,
“Avni, just let it go. Davon has decided not to undergo treatment, and there’s nothing I can do to change that. Spend the last days with him. His time is running out.”
A sigh of regret passed through the people around us.
But I was a good wife. I went online and posted a video, saying my husband had cancer and had voluntarily given up on treatment. He wanted a divorce so that he wouldn’t burden me and our child.
I posted the video of Davon’s family rejecting treatment, of friends respecting his wishes, and of my heartfelt plea to have them convince him to seek treatment. The video got a lot of
praise.
Everyone thought I was just a foolish woman who loved Davon too much, advising me to let go. Since Davon didn’t want treatment, I should respect his wishes.
I begged everyone to keep it confidential.
“Thank you, everyone. I still want to make one last effort. Even though his family has given up, as his wife, I still want to see if there’s any hope left to convince him to get treated.”
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Everyone sympathized with me. Of course, since I asked for confidentiality, Davon’s Tamily didn’t know about any of this.
On the day we were supposed to divorce, I regretted it.
Davon was agitated, his eyes red. “What do you want from me? I’m about to die, and you’re still not letting me go?”
Of course, he was agitated. The mistress outside was eager to take his place, and he was
fraid that if he waited too long, the act would fall apart.
I held his hand. “Davon, let me and Rainie spend your final days with
“Let this be the last memory for me and our daughter.”
you
I spoke earnestly, my face full of sorrow. I looked every bit like a foolish woman suffering for the love of her husband.
Davon was taken aback. He moved his lips slightly, then nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Chapter 5
Chapter 5
