I Give Him All My Love, He Tortured Me With Lies

In the third year of my relationship with Logan Walker, he was diagnosed with cancer. To help cover the cost of his treatment, I worked three jobs every day. Three months later, his condition worsened. I quit everything, determined to stay by his side through the end. That’s when I heard his attending physician chatting inside the hospital room. “Man, Logan is something else. The wealthiest guy in the city playing broke for three whole years just to mess with Emily.” “Now that his old flame is back from overseas, he fakes his own illness to ghost her.” “What’s he going to do if she sees him in a business magazine after his so-called funeral?” Logan’s voice was calm, casual. “She’ll never find out. Emily’s too naive.” I stood outside the door, frozen like someone had opened a freezer beneath my feet. In my hand was a medical report. My fingertips had gone cold. His cancer was fake. But mine wasn’t. I had terminal stomach cancer. I was actually dying.