As I Lay Dying He Is With His Soulmate in Labor

On Valentine's Day, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, with less than a month left to live.

As I was engulfed in confusion and panic, Sebastian Nash knelt before me with a pained expression, saying, "I'm sorry, Betsy. I've fallen in love with another woman."

He then promised me seriously, "I haven't cheated on you. What I share with her is a deep emotional bond. We won't have sex, and my feelings and commitment to you remain unchanged. I will continue to fulfill my duties as your husband."

Clutching the diagnosis report tightly, I managed to force out a few words, "Okay. I will let you be together."

Sebastian was both surprised and worried as he embraced me, saying, "Betsy, don't leave me. I love her, but I love you more. Please don't be angry or make trouble with me."

I gave a bitter smile, "I won't."

As a dying person, there was nothing worth crying or fussing over.