27/10/2025
A Second Chance at Love
I was about to open the door when I heard my wife talking softly to her friend. "I'm dying," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't even know how to tell him." My heart froze. "He's been acting indifferent to me lately," she continued, her voice cracking. "And the last thing I want is his pity."
"But you have to tell him," her friend argued gently. "Tell him what exactly?" my wife asked. "That I have cancer? That the doctor said I have just a few months to live? Will it change anything?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wife... cancer? I stood there, lost in thought, before finally going in. Her friend left almost immediately. That night, as she served dinner, I looked at her closely. She had grown thin. Her hair had lost its glow. Her cheeks looked hollow.
Right there, I made up my mind. I would end my affair with Glory The divorce papers I had been planning to serve my wife were no longer necessary. My wife needed me, and for however much time she had left, I would be there.
The next few weeks were heaven. I took her shopping. We went to the beach. To the cinema. The glow slowly came back to her cheeks. Her nagging stopped completely. It felt like we had found love all over again.
Then, one evening, I finally made up my mind to ask her about the cancer. But before I could, her friend came over again. While my wife was in the room getting dressed, I overheard them talking - and that's when I learned the truth. They had been rehearsing for a drama presentation at work. My wife wasn't dying. She was just playing the role of a cancer patient.
I felt a mix of emotions - relief, shock, and gratitude for the second chance this misunderstanding gave me. I realized that sometimes, we don't appreciate what we have until we think we're going to lose it. I'm grateful for that moment of truth, and I'm committed to making the most of our time together.
