"Mrs. Gregg, you have terminal cancer..."My face was pale as I asked the doctor, "What did you say?"The doctor pressed his arm over my medical records and enunciated every word clearly. "Mrs. Gregg, your uterus was not completely cleared when you had an abortion two years ago. Then, you had an infection and that caused the cells in your uterus to become cancerous..."I interrupted him tearfully, "How much time do I have left?""The cancer cells are spreading. You have at most three months to live..."I could not hear anything else the doctor said. My mind buzzed loudly and the words "three months to live" reverberated in my head...That night, at the Gregg villa:I sprawled out on the bed like a dead dog, burying my head in the pillow. My heart was filled with sorrow.The person who had been intimate with me earlier was my husband, Dixon Gregg.For three whole years, he would do what he wanted to do and leave with a cold expression on his face every time he visited the villa
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