My husband, Raphael Donovan, suddenly told me he had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. The news left me devastated. I forced myself to suppress the shock and stayed by his side during the day, while at night, I contacted different doctors, desperately seeking any hope for his survival. Just as I decided to sell everything and prepare to apply for a spot in a clinical trial for a newly developed drug, he looked at me tenderly and said, "All I want is my freedom in the end. Can you give that to me?" Unable to bear the thought of him being unhappy in his final days, I agreed, "Raphael, I wish for you to always be free, healthy, and happy." However, later, he held another woman's hand and told me he had fallen in love with her. It turned out that the ten-year marriage I had taken so much pride in had long since decayed.