Ten Years of Lies,That Broke Me A Dying Wife's Revenge — Novel

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In a world where love has morphed into betrayal, Moira Swanson grapples with the haunting reality of a decade spent with Lionel Dickerson, a top surgeon whose affection has become as cold and transactional as his bank transfers. As she faces a devastating cancer diagnosis, the truth shatters her already fragile existence—Lionel's heart has been claimed by another, a familiar face from her past, and the wounds run deeper than betrayal.

What does it mean to be a wife when the vows have been reduced to mere formalities? With every lie unveiled, Moira is left questioning the very foundation of their marriage. Each confrontation with Lionel reveals the man she thought she knew, now shrouded in anger and denial. When old grievances resurface, will Moira find the strength to reclaim her voice, or will she be silenced forever by the weight of their shared history?

As the stakes escalate, both love and revenge become entwined in a deadly dance. Can Moira rise from the ashes of heartbreak, or will she be consumed by the lies that broke her? In this gripping tale of love, loss, and the quest for redemption, nothing is as it seems, and the truth may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

Ten Years of Lies,That Broke Me A Dying Wife's RevengeChapter 1

Ten years of marriage to Lionel Dickerson.

Our only communication was bank transfers.

Fifty thousand dollars meant he wouldn't be home tonight.

Two hundred thousand meant a three-day business trip.

I kept telling myself it was normal. He was a top surgeon,

held people's lives in his hands. Of course he'd be cold.

The day I was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer, I swallowed the pain and asked if he could have dinner with me.

This time, it wasn't a transfer.

It was a photo.

"Hey sis, Dr. Dickerson's hands are just as steady with bra clasps as they are with a scalpel."

"You take care of his paralyzed parents, I take care of his stress. Fair trade, right?"

I choked back the blood rising in my throat and took a cab to Lionel's private hospital.

Through the crack in the door, I saw him, a man so fastidious he couldn't stand a crease in his coat, burying his face in a female intern's neck.

Wet sounds and heavy breathing tangled together, and every one of them burned through me like acid.

I stood there for a long time. Then I slid my diagnosis report through the gap in the door.

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I stumbled away, half-blind with shock.