Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 55

Chapter 53: Not Giving Up Now

Cameron’s POV

She turned her head to look at me directly.

“Is that what you think I’d be doing? Suffering for other people? That I am doing this because I care about other people and might feel guilty because they would think I was someone who gave up without putting up a fight.”

“I think you’d be suffering, period. That is all, I wasn’t trying to imply anything else. You don’t know how much I want you to… what I am trying to say, is that I think you have every right to decide you don’t want to spend your last weeks ill with only a small chance that it’ll make any difference, the doctors are not sure on that. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. Only the wearer knows where the shoes pinches”

“What do you think I should do then? I want to hear your opinion on this”

The question caught me off guard as I stumbled slightly, looking at her before composing myself as I replied.

“It’s not my decision. I can’t make this for you, you have to decide it yourself.”

“I know. But if it were? What would you choose? I want you to be sincere with me. Do not think of trying to spare my feelings in this situation”.

I thought about it carefully, trying to separate what I wanted from what was actually best for her, so I won’t influence her with my ideas. But the line was harder and kept blurring so I decided to keep it honest with her. She would know that I wasn’t doing this to influence her.

“I’d probably try the treatment, if there was a chance that it might work.” I admitted, not looking at her uncertain if I wanted to see the expression on ger face.

“Because I’m stubborn and I don’t accept defeat easily and I’d rather go down fighting than just… give up and wait for death to come faster because it would be more merciful than this prolonged pain. But I’m not dying, Sedona. I don’t know what it feels like to be in your position. And what I would choose for myself might not be what’s right for you.”

She was quiet again, her thumb moving absently against my hand where I held it. She didn’t say anything for a while as I watched her as she sat still, processing the words in her mind. I could see her doing the mental calculations while breathing in measured seconds, trying to collect herself

“Tell me about the family,” she said. “Everyone who’s been here. I need to visualize them.”

So I did. I told her about Mom and Dad in the waiting room, Mom praying and Dad pacing, unable to sit down. I told her about Rachel bringing Molly every day, about Enzo making terrible jokes to lighten the mood. I told her about the future that existed if she survived-tennis lessons with Mom, business mentorship from Dad, being Aunt Sedona to Molly and any other children Rachel and Enzo might have.

And then, because she needed to hear it even if it hurt: “There’s also Nick.”

Her expression flickered as she shook her head, trying to avoid thinking about that complication. “Nick

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“You don’t know that. He’s six years old, Sedona. He said things in anger and confusion that he might not mean then. You can’t blame him or justify it, he’s a child and easily impressionable, he only said what his grandma had repeated to you, so many times. If you survive this, there’s time to rebuild that relationship. To let him know you when he’s older, when he can understand things better.” I paused.

“But only if you’re alive.”

“He told me not to call him Mom.”

“He’s six. Kids say terrible things when they’re upset. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.”

She looked toward the window, at the darkening Seattle sky. “What are my chances if I survive the treatment? Long-term, I mean.”

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