After I Stopped Loving Him, He Lost His Mind - Chapter 8

When I opened my eyes again, everything around me was blindingly white.

Jack’s desperate voice echoed in my ears:

“I don’t believe it! Isn’t this about money? I’ll pay whatever it takes. Just save her!”

The doctor, accustomed to seeing life and death every day, remained calm as he tried to explain:

“I understand your emotions, but we’re deeply sorry. Your wife’s condition is terminal. It was discovered far too late. All we can do now is make her as comfortable as possible.”

“You’re telling me to just sit here and watch her die? No way!” Jack roared. “You’re all incompetent–useless!”

That day, Jack Sullivan experienced the most helpless moment of his life.

He called in countless medical teams, but the answer was always the same: she wouldn’t survive the month.

Money couldn’t buy everything.

But Jack refused to listen. He was convinced there had to be a way. With his wealth and influence, no one dared to challenge him.

Then my best friend, Mia Ann, showed up at the hospital. She carried a letter I had sent her a month ago.

I trusted Mia more than anyone, even though she had distanced herself from me after my marriage to Jack.

But she’d been the one secretly comforting me whenever Jack’s scandals made the headlines.

When I realized my time was running out, I had planned everything for after my death. I knew it would break Mia’s heart, but she was the only person trusted to handle it.

Watching Jack lose control, Mia slapped him across the face without hesitation.

“If you’re going to lose your mind, do it somewhere else,” she snapped. “Stop pretending to be some tragic, devoted husband. It’s disgusting.”

“I don’t care what you think. From now until Taylor’s passing, I’m in charge of everything.”

Then she handed him my letter. Inside, I had detailed everything: my wishes, the arrangements for my care, and even instructions for what to

Then she handed him my letter. Inside, I had detailed everything: my wishes, the arrangements for my care, and even instructions for what to o with my body.

I wanted to return to the sea after I died, to finally be free from everything that had bound me.