The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 336

Drip, drop. Her tears fell like broken strings of pearls onto the CT report, blooming into translucent water stains on the paper.

They also seeped right into Garrison's heart.

He froze for a moment, suddenly realizing that this was the very first time he had ever seen Sloane cry. During the early years of their marriage, she used to smile all the time—a sweet, gentle smile that radiated undeniable happiness.

Later... that smile had gradually been clouded by loneliness and desolation. Eventually, she stopped smiling altogether. She had tucked away all her warmth, wrapping herself in an impenetrable armor.

But she had never cried—at least, never in front of him.

Garrison finally realized what she looked like when she cried. The tears flowed like an opened floodgate, soaking her face in seconds. But there was no sound. No sobbing, no whimpering. Just a quiet, silent weeping, like a little stray cat drenched in the rain.

Garrison's heart ached so fiercely it felt like it was melting.

The thought suddenly struck him—six years ago, when she received her first brain cancer diagnosis, did she cry like this?

Was anyone by her side that day? Did anyone offer her a single word of comfort? Did anyone... wipe her tears?

Garrison pulled a tissue from the box and gently reached out to dab the tears from Sloane's cheeks. But the next second, Sloane flinched and shrank back.

Like a startled doe.

She snatched the tissue from him, frantically wiping her own face, and then spoke, her voice thick and raspy:

Garrison's voice was completely flat, sounding exactly like a doctor clinically reciting a medical history. He was performing the most critical act of his life. He had to succeed; failure was not an option.

"After you passed out, you slipped into a deep coma. At the time, we discovered the tumor in your brain, but given the medical limitations back then, there was no way we could safely remove the tumor and wake you up simultaneously. So, we didn't risk waking you. We chose to let you receive conservative treatment while in a comatose state, waiting for a medical breakthrough."

He paused, his gaze dropping to the IV needle taped to the back of her hand.

"We waited ten years. Over the last decade, medical science has advanced. I have recently developed a targeted cancer drug that can precisely eradicate the tumor cells in your brain. Coupled with transcranial microcurrent stimulation, we were able to wake you from your prolonged coma."

"Now, we are fully capable of curing you."

Sloane stared at him blankly before a sarcastic laugh escaped her lips. She looked at him as if he had just told the greatest joke in the world.