Chapter 7
The next day, Davon Smith stormed in, slamming the door behind him.
“Avni Taylor! What the hell do you mean by this?!”
I was completely stunned. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Avni Taylor! You went to my company and quit my job without telling me! Do you know I was about to be promoted?!” His eyes were practically blazing with fury.
“What?!”
My sister–in–law immediately screamed and, with a slap raised, swung at me. I dodged it just in time.
“Why are you hitting me? Honey, say something! I’m only doing this for your own good!”
Davon was so angry he couldn’t stop himself from shouting.
For my own good? I was about to get a guaranteed promotion, my salary would have doubled! And
you go and quit my job for me! How do you expect me to explain this to my boss?”
“Avni Taylor, don’t you think you should apologize to my brother? You’re really something, quitting his job for him like this.”
Just then, my mother–in–law returned from her dancing activity. As soon as she heard, her face
darkened.
“What? You quit my son’s job?”
The whole family gathered around me, blaming me. They bombarded me with harsh words, pouring their anger into my ears.
I didn’t know who it was, but someone pushed me hard, and I fell to the ground. My leg was immediately covered with a bruise.
Honey, I’m really doing this for your own good.”
“I saw you last night, in the bathroom, unable to sleep. I couldn’t stand it, watching you suffer. Your health is getting worse. Why are you still going to work like a dog? You should rest during your last
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spoke sincerely, my heart full of concern for him.
When he heard me mention what happened last night, a flicker of panic crossed Davon’s eyes.
“But you can’t just make a decision without telling me first!”
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“I’m about to get promoted.”
As soon as promotion was mentioned, Davon’s anger flared up again.
With so much money within his reach, the opportunity slipping through his fingers made him
furious.
“Honey, I know you’ve worked hard and you’re diligent, that’s why I did this behind your back. Otherwise, you would’ve dragged yourself to work even in your condition, and I couldn’t bear it.”
I spoke logically, and for a moment, they all fell silent.
“Are you pretending to be sick? Do you really not have cancer? Are you lying to me?”
At these words, panic instantly spread across their faces.
“Let’s go! It must be the wrong diagnosis from some quack doctor. I’m taking you to see someone else!”
As I spoke, I reached for Davon’s sleeve.
I wouldn’t give up; I insisted we go to the hospital.
“Ugh, fine, fine!”
“Avni Taylor, my son has cancer, and that’s already certain. Why are you still torturing him?”
My mother–in–law clutched her head in pain, afraid I might actually drag Davon to the hospital and expose the lie. She tried to change the subject.
“Honey-”
Davon called out, but his mother shot him a sharp look.
He immediately suppressed his anger, forcing a smile.
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Sweetheart, I know you’re doing this for me, but next time, can we discuss things first?”
know I was wrong, and next time I’ll consult with you first.”
I nodded obediently.
Davon had lost a high–paying, prestigious job, and for days, his mood remained sour. He seemed intent on giving me the silent treatment.
But I grew suspicious, wondering if his illness was a lie or if the diagnosis was wrong. I was determined to drag him to a different hospital for a second opinion.
Davon, already feeling guilty, soon stopped giving me the cold shoulder. In fact, he treated me better, even playing the role of a good father in front of Rainie.
To maintain his act, Davon and his mistress came up with a plan.
They decided that divorce could no longer be delayed, so he began swallowing various pills in front
of me.
To make it more convincing, the medicine bottle clearly said it was for cancer treatment, but the
pills inside were secretly replaced with vitamins and supplements.
knew what he was doing but pretended I didn’t.
One day, I suddenly received a phone call.
It was the doctor from the hospital, urging me to persuade my husband to go for treatment.
The doctor was kind and clearly worried, fearing that Davon might miss his final chance for
treatment.
“…Doctor, it’s not that I haven’t tried, he just won’t listen to anything I say. He thinks treatment will b a burden to the whole family. Maybe if I hand the phone to him, you can persuade him directly.”
“By the way, Ringo is his friend. He might listen to him. Just mention his name.”
Just then, Davon walked in.
“Who are you talking to?”
I handed him the phone. “It seems to be a doctor sent by Ringo, trying to convince you to get treatment.”
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avon’s eyes flickered with confusion, followed by a sudden realization.
te probably thought this doctor was an actor sent by Ringo to help him maintain the lie in front of
- me.
That was exactly my plan. If any more calls came through, it would risk exposing the truth, so I figured I might as well let him refuse the treatment himself, and the matter would end there.
As the doctor earnestly advised him to get treatment, even invoking his friend Ringo’s name, Davon angrily shouted, refusing to listen.
“I’m choosing to forgo treatment. Continuing with it will just burden the family. Stop talking. I’ve made up my mind.”
He hung up the phone and handed it back to me.
I asked one last time.
“Honey, are you really sure? Isn’t it too early to give up?”
Davon shook his head, his lips curling into a brief smile that he quickly suppressed.
“It’s fine, Avni. I’ve made up my mind. You know how much treatment will cost and how many people will be burdened. It’s better to save that money for you and the kids.”
“Honey…”
I called out to him with heartfelt emotion, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
That day, I uploaded a new video.
Facing the camera, tears silently streamed down my face. I took a moment to calm myself, struggling to control my trembling voice.
Though my voice shook, it was still clear enough for my fans to hear.
“These past days, I’ve been trying to convince him to go to the hospital, but no matter what I said, he was adamant about refusing.”
“I’m wondering if I’ve been too forceful, not respecting his own wishes.”
“So, from today on, I’ve decided to respect his decision and be there for him, to help him make the most of his final days.”
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fans were moved, flooding the screen with messages of encouragement,
Some fans even messaged me privately to offer comfort.
“Sis, you’ve done everything you can. Please respect your husband’s wishes.”
“Sis, last time you quit his job for his health, and even got hurt in the process. We all understand.
Please let go, respect his wishes! You’ve already done so much!”
