The fact that Davon Smith had cancer was well known by many of our friends.
The fact that he wanted a divorce was also no secret.
"You know, life is just so unpredictable. Ringo, you talk to Davon. Whether we have to sell the house or go bankrupt, as long as there's a shred of hope, we should try."
"Talk to him, let him go for treatment."
Outside the community gate, I held onto Davon's best friend, Ringo Wells, crying loudly.
Ringo's eyes shifted uneasily. He knew exactly what had happened. He had even called that mistress "Mrs. Smith" before.
But now, as he called me "Mrs. Smith," he said,
"Avni, just let it go. Davon has decided not to undergo treatment, and there's nothing I can do to change that. Spend the last days with him. His time is running out."
A sigh of regret passed through the people around us.
But I was a good wife. I went online and posted a video, saying my husband had cancer and had voluntarily given up on treatment. He wanted a divorce so that he wouldn't burden me and our child.
I posted the video of Davon's family rejecting treatment, of friends respecting his wishes, and of my heartfelt plea to have them convince him to seek treatment. The video got a lot of praise.
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