Dying to Watch Them Fall

Chapter 2 Sinister of the Human Heart

My smile widened as I reached out to straighten his collar. "What's wrong, honey? Did I scare you?"

"Have you seen my diagnosis report? I just had a check-up at the hospital last week, and I got the report back. I don't know where I put it."

Max was caught off guard but quickly regained his composure. "Honey, you're always so careless. How can you lose such an important report?"

"But it's okay. I'll take some time off this week to accompany you to the hospital to get another one."

I noticed his strange behavior and decided to persist. "I remember going to your study last night after I got back and tidying up your desk. Did you really not see it?"

Max wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Honey, I really didn't see it. I have to hurry to the office," he said, he said, giving me a perfunctory kiss on the forehead. He didn't even look back when I called him for breakfast.

Seeing him in such a hurry, I hailed a car and told the driver to follow him. To my surprise, Max wasn't in a hurry to go to the company at all but went to a private clinic. Hiding in a corner, I watched him take my diagnosis report out of his pocket.

I put on my sunglasses and mask and followed him inside, watching him meet with a doctor.

I quietly pushed the door open a c***k and heard Max asking impassively, "Doctor, a friend of mine is ill. Could you please take a look at this diagnosis report? Is there any cure for this disease?"

"It's late-stage stomach cancer. If she doesn't receive treatment, it will worsen very quickly. However, with the advancement of medical technology, the 2-3 year survival rate is still quite high."

A hint of malice flashed across Max's eyes. "With surgery, she can still live for two to three years. Doctor, can you please issue a diagnosis for me?"

"My friend's family is not well-off, and I'm afraid she can't afford the surgery. I don't want her to spend her last days in fear."

"That would be unethical. Our clinic cannot issue such a report." Max stood up and patted the doctor on the shoulder. "Doctor, please do me this favor."

I stumbled out of the clinic, unable to believe how terrifying a person's heart could be. Max actually wished me dead. It all started to make sense. After all, I owned all the property, including half of the company shares.

If I really had late-stage stomach cancer and followed the diagnosis, taking ordinary stomach medicine at home, the disease would undoubtedly be delayed and become fatal. It probably wouldn't even take a year.

I wiped my tears, feeling numb Since he didn't care about our marriage, I wouldn't let him off easily.

I went out and met up with my best friend, whom I hadn't seen in a while, for shopping and afternoon tea.

My friend had actually warned me that with Max rich now, I should keep an eye on him.

At the time, I didn't take it seriously, but even the strongest feelings could fade, leaving only a bitter aftertaste. It had even driven him to want to kill his wife and end it all quickly.

My friend could tell I wasn't happy. "What's wrong, Vicky? Max is rich and devoted to you. What else could you be worried about?"

I picked up the wine in front of me and gulped it down. At least we had been busy with our careers and didn't have children.

There was no need for them now. "Lola, he's changed. He's dirty, and I don't want him anymore. But I want to keep my property, preferably leaving him with nothing."

Lola Chavez thought I was talking nonsense after drinking, but then she saw the ruthlessness in my eyes. She shook me nervously. "Vicky, are you serious? That bastard! All men are the same."

"Damn Max! He wouldn't be where he is today without your support. We have to make him pay."

I leaned into her ear and whispered, "Lola, help me find someone. Preferably a female college student, innocent-looking, but the kind who worships money."