I have Terminal Cancer, My Wife Only Saves Her First Love

In order to bear her childhood sweetheart's child, who returned from overseas with a terminal illness, my wife, Mia,

insisted on aborting our six-month-old twin daughters.

"It's worth it to exchange two lives for the continuation of his family name.

"Can you stop being so petty? Do you want to lose me after losing our children?"

I told her that I had advanced stage cancer.

She, however, wore a disdainful expression.

"I hate it to see you imitating him.

"If you die, it would be for the best. In this case, I'm not giving birth to any fatherless child. It's all for the best now!"

Later, she knelt in front of me,

begging me to have a child with her.

***

On my thirtieth birthday, I received a diagnosis from the hospital.

It was leukemia. I had roughly one year left.

Like a bolt from the blue, it cast a shadow over my peaceful life.

Before I could figure out how to tell it to my six-month pregnant wife, Mia, she called.

As soon as I answered, I heard her sobbing.

"Honey, I don't want the babies!"

Still trying to recover from the shadow of cancer, I asked slowly,

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?

"Or are you satisfied with me about anything?"

She did not get pregnant easily.

Since we decided to have a child, we both exercised every day, actively preparing for pregnancy.

But there was some problem with Mia' fallopian tubes. She consulted many doctors and took injections. She got pregnant after much suffering.

However, she was pregnant with twins. She had threatened miscarriage from the beginning and had to lie in bed for four months.

Now that we had finally made it through. there were only three months before the delivery. Why did she suddenly want to give up the fetuses that she had cherished so much before?

"I am not uncomfortable, nor am I dissatisfied with you. I just don't want these two children anymore."

I left aside my own condition and anxiously asked her,

"Mia, where are you? Calm down first and don't do anything foolish."

Mia's voice tapped on my nerves through the phone, calm and resolute.

"I am calm. This is the result of my careful consideration.

"If you love me, please respect my decision!"

I was confused for a while and spoke gruffly.

"What exactly happened? Can you make sense?

"How much suffering have you endured for these two children! You finally got pregnant, and you can meet them in two or three months. Why do you suddenly want to give them up?"

Mia was peevish and often lost control of her emotions. I could only try to comfort her.

"Mia, be good. Wait for me at home and calm down, okay?

"Even if you don't want the children, you should not reject my company."

I racked my brains to persuade her, but she interrupted me in an excited state.

"The uterus is mine, and I have the right to decide whether to abort the children or not. I'm calling you to inform you, not to ask for your opinion.

"That's it, I'm hanging up!"

I panicked and desperately called her, but no one answered.

My 30th birthday became a nightmare for me.

When I rushed to the hospital where she often had check-ups, she had already been pushed out on her sickbed.

The once bulging belly under the bedsheet was now flat.