Diagnosed with Cancer, I ran away from my Cheater Husband

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Hartwell…” The doctor’s voice was calm. “The cancer cells have progressed. They’re spreading faster than we expected. We’ll need to terminate the pregnancy.”

My fingers trembled as I reached for my phone, struggling to process the words. My vision blurred, but muscle memory led me to the name I’d dialed a hundred times before.

Jameson. Except… it wasn’t him who answered.

“Oh, he’s a little busy right now, love,” came a woman’s voice—soft, cruel. Rose. His secretary. My best friend. “In my bed,” she added with a laugh. “Want me to give him a message?”