My Terminal Diagnosis, His Cruel Divorce

applying a third layer of thick concealer under her eyes. The pale, sickly hue of her skin was completely hidden beneath

The front door clicked open. Gerard walked in. The crisp mo

rowed. It was a signature look of his, a habit he formed whenever somethin

is reaching hand as he tried to take the cup from her. "P

tantly dropped ten degrees. He was not used to her spe

"Have you thought about what I said last night?

lled out the divorce agreement, and dropped it onto the glass coffe

smirk. He assumed she was finally giving in. "I will have my as

ond, then tossed it aside. The metal clattered loudly against the glass. "Th

s arms over his chest. "So you finally show your tru

, forcing the pain down. She lifted her chin and looked him dead in the eye. "I am

denly stepped forward, closing the distance between them

ng her face for any sign of a lie. "Who

at him. "He is a senior executive at a Wall Street investment bank.

his chest. He reached out and grabbed Adaline's wrist. His grip was brutal, his fingers d

out of his grasp. "Why? Are you the only one allowed to have a pr

bbing her shoulders and shoving her hard against the cold

ogne, but beneath it, she smelled the sharp, steril

not. A wave of intense nausea hit

e ran across the room, threw open the bathroom door, and fell to her knees in front

froze. He watched her thin shoulders tremble with e

ward and reached o

and away without look

slowly and walked over to the sink. She rinsed her mouth and looked up. In th

mouth with the back of her hand and let out a cold laugh. "Do not fl

ment of concern in Gerard's eyes vanis

o'clock," he said, his voice

d out. The heavy front doo

essed her hands against her stomach, trying to stop the agonizing cramps. She pulled a sm

text message from the manager of an underground private cl

was going to end thirteen years of a stupid, one-sided love. She needed a d