On this day, my spirits were surprisingly high, and my appetite became very good.

　　I wanted to eat a lot of things, like hot pot, spicy hot pot, snail noodles, barbecue, fried skewers...

　　When Jiang Xiaobai heard that I wanted to eat, he was quite happy and was ready to go out to buy for me.

　　But when he heard the names of the dishes I mentioned, he immediately refused, "You can't eat these, they will hurt your stomach.

　　You can eat them when you get better." "There is no chance, it's terminal cancer, in the advanced stage, will it still get better?" "It definitely will." Jiang Xiaobai actually believed in metaphysics.

　　"Have some pumpkin porridge." He skillfully poured warm porridge from the thermos and handed the bowl to me.

　　These days, I can't eat anything else, I can only reluctantly drink a little bit of porridge.

　　He cooked it every day, and it was different every time.

　　The steam rose in front of my eyes, and suddenly my eyes felt sour.

　　My stomach has always been bad.

　　When I was sick before, Jiang Yu cooked porridge for me to eat.

　　He hated cooking, but he researched recipes for me, learned various cooking methods, and made them in different ways just to let me eat more and recover faster.

　　Later, his cooking skills became better and better, but he cooked for me less and less.

　　He lost patience with me and started ordering takeout to appease me.

　　In the end, he always said he was busy and called me delicate.

　　Why did I have to drink the porridge he cooked? My strength was being slowly drained away, and I didn't want to move anymore.

　　"Feed me." "Okay." No matter what unreasonable request I make, Jiang Xiaobai will fulfill it.

　　The sourness in my heart keeps expanding, and my tears keep falling heavily.

　　After calming my emotions, the idea of divorce becomes particularly strong.

　　I want to end the marriage with Jiang Yu while I still have some dignity left.

　　Since the last time we parted ways, I haven't seen Jiang Yu for more than a month.

　　Maybe he has already sunk into some gentle place and forgotten that I, his wife in name, is still alive.

　　I am not happy, and he shouldn't be either.

　　After pushing aside Jiang Xiaobai, I picked up my phone.

　　My fingers were sore from the needles, and I developed a slight tremor, making it difficult to hold the phone steady.

　　In order to provoke Jiang Yu, I edited the intimate photos of Jiang Yu and Song Li one by one and posted them online.

　　It was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves.

　　Jiang Yu used to be a man who had made it into the financial world, not only successful in his career but also young and handsome, exuding an air of nobility.

　　Although he wasn't a top-tier celebrity, he still had many fans.

　　Soon, Jiang Yu's scandalous news made it to the top of the search rankings, sparking widespread discussion.

　　"Damn it, Jiang Zong's image has collapsed.

　　During an interview, when he mentioned his wife, his eyes filled with so much love that it almost overflowed.

　　It turns out it was all an act." "What a scumbag.

　　Every day he seals off his heart with a bag of cement.

　　I heard they have been together for 12 years, from school uniforms to wedding dresses.

　　How could he change his heart so easily?" "Men just like gentle and obedient women.

　　Jiang Zong's wife is too dominant, who can stand that?" "Shocking! The patient I take care of every day turns out to be Jiang Zong's wife.

　　I am really angry.

　　His wife has a terminal illness, struggling against the disease every day, but Jiang Zong neither cares nor asks, spending time with other women.

　　He will definitely regret it." ...

　　Many things about Song Li were also exposed.

　　It turns out she not only had a flirtatious relationship with Jiang Yu but also kept two or three rich second-generation men on the side.

　　Not only was her love life chaotic, but her character was also questionable.

　　She had bullied classmates for years.

　　The incident continued to escalate, and they were both heavily criticized.

　　Jiang Yu's company's stock plummeted, resulting in huge losses.

　　Song Li was expelled from school and dared not show her face in public.

　　Seeing them both being punished, I laughed out loud, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

　　But as I laughed, I couldn't help but burst into tears, trembling all over.

　　After all, it had come to this.

　　As expected, Jiang Yu soon found me.

　　He cared a lot about his image and always dressed meticulously.

　　But at this moment, he stood in front of me with a haggard face, stubble growing out, and no intention of shaving it off.

　　"Su Su, they said you were sick, I don't believe it.

　　You must be lying to me again."