I'm sorry, sunshine

1

In the hospital corridor, Wan said grimly while holding a biopsy report, "Mon, the results are out. If the surgery is successful, your survival rate is 15 to 30 percent."

Mon gripped the strap of her sling bag tightly with her slender fingers. Her petite face was pale and solemn. "Wan, how long do I have left to live if I don't do the surgery?"

"One years. I suggest you do two rounds of pre-therapy first before the surgery. It will prevent the risk of spreading or undergoing metastasis."

Mon bit her lip while forcing out, "Thank you for your suggestion."

"Don't thank me. I'll arrange your admission to the hospital right away," said Wan.

"There's no need. I don't plan to receive treatment. I won't be able to get through it," Mon said.

Wan wanted to say something more, but Mon tipped her head at her.

"Wan, please help me keep this a secret from my family."

"Why?"

"Just do what I tell you to do without question me back."

Wan sighed slowly. She nodded her head.

The Fovert family was bankrupt. Mon already had to bend over backward just to cover the medical expenses of her dad, Melvin Fovert. If her family knew about her illness, it would undoubtedly make the situation worse.

Wan sighed helplessly and said, "Don't worry, I'll keep my lips sealed. I heard that you are married. Your..."

"Wan, please take good care of my dad. I have to go now." Mon seemed very reluctant to talk about this and left quickly before she could answer.

Wan shook her head. Rumor had it that she had dropped out of university and gotten married. The top genius in medical school had fallen from grace into devastation.

Throughout the two years of her dad's treatment, she was the only one who took care of everything. Even when she collapsed from illness and was sent to the hospital by passersby, her wife never showed up.

Sam had truly treated her well in the year they had been married. Alas, when her first love returned to the country, everything changed. There was one time when Mon fell into the water with Joanne Cartton, Sam's first love. Amidst her struggles, she saw Sam swimming towards Joanne with all her might. Due to the ordeal, both she and Joanne went into labor prematurely.

Mon had been rescued too late and missed the optimal window for receiving treatment. By the time she arrived at the hospital, her baby was gone. Seven days later, Sam asked for a divorce, but Mon had not agreed to it.

Now that Mon knew about her illness, she could not deny it any longer. She dialed Sam's number with shaking hands, and Sam picked up the call.

"I won't see you unless it's to get divorced," said Sam.

Tears filled Mon's eyes as she forced herself to swallow her words about her illness. Suddenly, she could hear Joanne's voice over the phone in the background. "Sam, let's go."

The tears that Mon had held back for a long time flowed down her face in that instant. Her child was gone, and her family was ruined. She wanted all of this to end quickly.

She no longer begged Sam like before.

Instead, she said weakly, "Sam, let's get a divorce." Sam was obviously stunned for a moment over the phone.

She laughed coldly and said, "Mon, what tricks are you playing this time?" Mon closed her eyes and said, "I'll wait for you at home." It took all her strength to hang up on her, and she slid to the ground against the wall.

The rain blowing into the corridor drenched her as she gripped her phone and bit her sleeve while crying soundlessly.

Sam stared at her phone blankly after Mon hung up on her abruptly.

After a year of silent treatment, where Mon refused to divorce no matter what, why did Mon suddenly change her mind today? Her voice sounded tearful as well. Gazing out at the heavy rain, Sam walked out of the ward.

"Sam, where are you going?" asked Joanne while chasing after her with the babies in her arms.

When she saw Sam walking away quickly, her gentle expression immediately grew frighteningly dark.

"I hope she never meets that bitch!" Joanne said while gritted her teeth with furious look.

Joanne was afraid her plan would be ruined.

Sam drove her car very fast to her old house with Mon.

It had been a long time since Sam had last stepped into the house they shared during their marriage. She had expected to see the dining table laden with her favorite dishes prepared by Mon, but the villa was dark and empty.

The sky always darkened too early during autumn. Night had fallen, although it was only 6 PM.

Sam spotted a vase of wilted flowers on the dining table. Knowing Mon, she thought that Mon wouldn't leave wilted flowers on the table; it made her feel that Mon didn't go home recently and had most likely been taking care of her dad at the hospital.

When Mon opened the door, she saw a tall woman standing by the dining table in a black dress. The expression on her gorgeous face was as cold as ice, and her dark eyes were filled with deep hatred.

Mon's body was drenched in the rain. Sam didn't care about her.

"Where did you go?" Sam asked frigidly.

Mon's eyes, which had always gleamed in the past, were dull at that moment.

She looked at her indifferently and said, "Since when did you care about me?"

Sam sneered and said, "You won't be able to sign the papers if something happens to you." Sam's words stabbed her heart like sharp needles.

She dragged her feet forward, dripping wet. She did not cry or make a fuss but calmly pulled out the documents from an envelope.

"Don't worry, I've already signed them," Mon said.

She put the document on the dining table, and Sam realized that she had never found the word "divorce" so displeasing in her life. Mon only had one request, which was for alimony of ten million dollars.

"I was wondering why you would suddenly agree to divorce. Turns out it's for money," Sam mocked. Her scornful expression filled her vision.

The old Mon would have defended herself, but she was just too exhausted now. So, she only stood where she was and said softly, "I could have taken half of your net worth, Khun Sam, but I only asked you for ten million dollars. When it comes down to it, I'm still being benevolent."

Sam stepped forward; she held her chin with her slender finger and said in a cold voice, "What did you call me?"