
Beatrix · Ongoing · 12 Chapters
I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My billionaire fiancé dumped me with $300,000 and married his childhood sweetheart. But I survived. I exposed her lies, built a new life, and married a man who loved me through chemo. Now I’m pregnant—and my ex is begging for a second chance he’ll never get.
The fifth winter with Liam Roscente, I held the breast cancer diagnosis in my hand like a piece of ice.
He stood by the foyer, impeccably dressed in a suit, carrying the last suitcase.
"Emma Sullivan, we're done."
His voice was calm, as if commenting on the weather.
I handed him the paper.
"Liam, I'm sick."
He glanced down, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Stage II breast cancer."
The air froze for a few seconds.
He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
Through the haze of smoke, the face I once adored became blurred and unfamiliar.
"I'll give you $300,000."
He flicked the ash.
"It should be enough for treatment."
I laughed.
"Breakup settlement?"
"Consider it that."
He looked away.
"Olivia is back. We're getting engaged next month."
"She overthinks things."
"Don't contact me again."
I clutched the flimsy paper until my fingertips turned white.
"Fine."
Liam seemed to exhale in relief.
He slipped on the shoes—the limited edition pair I saved three months' salary to buy.
"If you need a doctor, ask my secretary."
"Olivia knows some top specialists."