Dying For The Man Who Betrayed Me Novel by Ophelia Graves _ Novel




Dying For The Man Who Betrayed Me Chapter 01

After I was diagnosed with cancer, I asked my husband—the nation's top oncology expert—to develop a targeted medicine for me.
"Honey, we need another 1.5 million dollars," he said.
"You might have to sell the family manor. I know it's been in your family for ages, but trust me, I'll save you."
His love gave me the strength to go on.
But on the day the drug was finished, he gave the first dose to his junior colleague Coralia Jaxton's mother.
When I asked him why, he snapped, clearly annoyed, "Stop being so difficult. Cora's mother needs this more right now. I'm not going to let you die."
But I was dying. The doctor said I only had three months left.
Disappointment settled in, and I decided to let go.
I had the divorce papers ready and made arrangements to sell the lab.
Seeing me in the lab, Coralia sneered, "Back to your pots and pans, housewife. This place isn't for you."
I smiled, then slapped the ownership papers onto her chest.
"Look closely! Without me, he's absolutely nothing!"
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I returned home from the lab, my whole body aching. My arms and legs felt heavy, as if they no longer belonged to me.
When I was first diagnosed, the doctor told me plainly that I had only three months left to live.
The targeted medicine Maverick Peterson was working on was the only thing standing between me and death.
I waited two months. I even sold my family's manor to fund it.
But when the drug was finally done, he gave it to someone else.
Disappointment spread through my chest, gnawing at me.
Five years ago, after both my parents died in a car crash, I was completely devastated and lost all my will to move forward.
Maverick showed up during that time, like a savior. I trusted him more than anyone.
Back then, he was just a fresh medical graduate with no connections and no professional standing. No hospital would even take him in.
After we got married, he said he wanted to build a team to develop a cancer drug.
I invested everything in his ambition—my money, my time, my energy.
Afraid of holding him back, I never asked for a child. I even pushed myself to the point of sickness.
Since the lab I funded couldn't save me, it had no reason to exist.
I was thinking about selling the lab when the door creaked open.
Maverick was back.
"I've been looking for you everywhere. Where did you run off to?" he snapped.
"Can't you be reasonable? Cora's mom is in worse shape. What's wrong with giving her the drug first?
"You've put so much pressure on Cora. Do you know how guilty she feels?
"Besides, I'm not going to let you die."
The moment he walked in, he started blaming me—like I was the one at fault.
Coralia was his lab assistant and a junior from college. Her mother did have cancer. But it was early-stage. Mine was late-stage.
If I hadn't just seen her medical report on his computer, I might have believed him.
"Maverick, didn't the doctor tell you I had only three months left? No. I have one month left now.
"One month! How are you supposed to make another drug in one month?"
Unable to look me in the eye, he reached out and gathered me into his arms.
"How could I not know? We've done it once already. One month is enough. As long as you invest another 1.5 million, I promise I'll have the drug ready for you within a month.
"Honey, you can't die. I can't even imagine my life without you by my side."
He held me tight. My body was so ravaged by the disease that even the slightest movement would trigger a wave of searing pain.
Listening to his feigned concern, I couldn't tell which was sharper—the agony wracking my body, or the heartbreak tearing through me.
He babbled on, oblivious to my pain.
"Honey, didn't your parents leave you some antiques? I've poured all my savings into research these years and have nothing left. I'm so sorry. How about we sell the antiques? Your life matters more than anything."
I almost laughed.
So the 1.5 million from selling my family's manor was all to keep Coralia's mother alive?
"Maverick, let's get a divorce. My illness has nothing to do with you anymore. And I'm shutting down the lab. Since it can't even keep me alive, it's utterly worthless to me."

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