Ex-Husband Begone novel Chapter 2

When the three of them stumbled and nearly fell, Terrence’s normally poker face flashed with worry. His voice was tender as he said, “Be careful.”

He quickly grabbed Krista by the waist, but they still lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Krista landed right on top of him.

From where Bethany was standing, it looked like their faces were almost touching.

Bethany clenched her fists, her eyelashes fluttering. She looked away, turned around, and hurried off.

Still, she couldn’t block out the voices of nearby parents.

“Emery’s parents are such a perfect couple.”

“Totally. Handsome dad, beautiful mom-no wonder the kid’s so adorable.”

“Ugh, that family is so enviable.”

When Bethany returned to the villa, a sharp pain flared in her abdomen.

She’d recently been diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer. The doctors had said that by the time the pain started, it was already pretty bad.

She took out her phone, intending to look up more information about her condition, only to find it had powered off.

After plugging it in and turning it back on, she saw her parent group chat had exploded.

There were over a hundred unread messages. She tapped to open them.

Beyond what she’d witnessed in person, the group was now flooded with candid photos from the event.

As she scrolled through them, she remained strangely calm.

All she felt was pity for herself, who had once given everything without expecting anything in return. Her eyes stung, tears welling up.

The pain in her abdomen was so intense that cold sweat formed on her forehead.

The housekeeper, Eliza Dalton, noticed her discomfort and walked over. “Mrs. McConnell, are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital?”

Bethany shook her head and typed a reply on her phone: “I’m fine. Just need to rest a bit.”

“You sure?” Eliza asked.

Bethany nodded.

Then she got up, poured herself a glass of water, and went into the bedroom. She took out the pills for palliative treatment from her bag and took a few as directed.

After setting the glass down, she looked up at the wedding photo on the wall.

It was a blown-up copy of their marriage registration photo.

She had wanted to take proper wedding photos for their new home, but Terrence, claiming he disliked posing, told her to simply frame their registration photo if she was so set on it.

In seven years of marriage, that was the only picture they had together.

Today, however, he had taken countless photos with Krista. And back when she discovered the affair, she’d found dozens more. She finally realized he didn’t hate taking photos; he just didn’t want to take them with her.

She had been fooled by that lie for seven years.

Tonight, she’d confront him. Even with just six months left to live, she was demanding a divorce.

A voice rang out from the garage. Eliza called out, “Mrs. McConnell, Mr. McConnell and Mr. Emery are back!”

Bethany stepped out of the room, ready to bring up the divorce.

She had no intention of telling Terrence about her cancer.

Even if she did, he probably wouldn’t care. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself.

Terrence walked in with a steady and strong gait.

The well-fitted, custom-tailored suit hugged his lean and fit body, making him look sharp and handsome. The silver-gray fabric had a cool sheen to it.

He lifted his chin a bit and glanced at Bethany with his deep eyes.