On the day I lost my battle with cancer, my husband was busy. celebrating his mistress' birthday. 

When the doctor called to inform him about my death, he dismissed it as another of my attempts to avoid divorce. 

He coldly replied, "If she wants to die, let her die. At least it saves me the trouble of divorcing her. "

But fate had other plans. A documentary about my fight against cancer unexpectedly went viral, and news of my death spread across the internet. 

Only then did he realize the gravity of the situation and rushed to the hospital. 

When he saw my lifeless body, he broke down in tears, crying, "Wendy, I'm sorry. I was wrong!"

But it was too late. I would never come back to hear his apologies.