The CEO’s Secret Divorce Text Killed My Husband

Flora laid it out like she was scheduling a board meeting. I marveled at her detachment—and at how casually she was informing me of her affair. When I said nothing, she tapped the table. "Howard, I gave you my liver. You're fully recovered now. Surely you can allow me to give my heart to someone else." She lifted the teacup in front of her. "I can't belong entirely to you, can I?" The next second, her brow furrowed as she turned to the waitress nearby. "Who told you to pour tea? Didn't the manager tell you I'm pregnant?" I froze, my mind flashing back to years ago when our parents had urged us to have a child—but Flora's career was on the rise. To keep her from being distracted, I'd gone to the hospital behind our families' backs and had a vasectomy. All these years, Flora had been consumed by her work. She rarely came home. Friends teased me for being a lovesick fool. But then, just a month ago, late at night, Flora had sent me a message. She'd written: "I really want to have your baby. When the time comes, I'll come home and be a devoted wife and mother, okay?" I'd believed her. That very night, I rushed to the hospital to schedule a reversal surgery. What I didn't expect was the examination revealing my liver cancer had returned. This time, it was late-stage. A cascade of complications had left my body too weak to withstand even a simple reversal procedure. By the time I worked up the courage to tell Flora the truth, I discovered she'd already deleted that message. It was never meant for me. My mother had always told me that Flora was a good girl, that marrying her was my blessing. Having children was hard on a woman's body, she'd said. She didn't want to see Flora suffer. If we could go without, then we should. But now Flora was carrying a child—one that had nothing to do with me. She was already on her feet. "Think it over carefully. Our parents are from the same hometown, and all our old classmates are still around. If this blows up, it won't look good for anyone. Don't do anything rash." With that, Flora walked out of the private room. At the door, she paused to deliver one last remark. "Lay off the oranges. Your skin's turning yellow." Flora didn't know I couldn't eat oranges anymore. The yellow she saw wasn't from fruit—it was my body failing from late-stage liver cancer. I returned home in silence. I found the diary where nineteen-year-old Flora had written: "There are so many people walking their kids around campus! Someday I want to have a baby with Howard too. I've already picked out a name—Gilbert-Simmons." I picked up a pen and wrote beneath it: "Goodbye, Gilbert-Simmons." That night, as I was trying to sleep, someone named "Yan" added me on WeChat. "Howard, what did you say to Flora today? She's been complaining about a headache ever since she got home." "She's pregnant now. Can you please not upset her?" So that's how it was. They were the legitimate couple, and I was the shameless homewrecker. I didn't reply. I just switched off my phone. I'd been caught in the wind when I went out earlier. The flare-up left my back screaming with pain as I tried to sleep—so bad I couldn't breathe. I downed a few painkillers and didn't wake until well past noon. Carrie had posted an update. The headline read: "Business Mogul Simmons and Her Beloved Visit Lover's Peak to Hang a Lovers' Lock." This time it was a video. Flora holding Basil's hand, the two of them supporting each other as they climbed the stone steps. My tears fell onto the diary before I could stop them. The year I was diagnosed with liver cancer, Flora had told me Lover's Peak granted miracles. She wanted to pray for my recovery. Later, as my condition worsened, she never left my side. She'd held my hand and whispered, "Honey, you're going to be fine. You only get one wish at Lover's Peak in your whole life. I'm saving mine for you." She'd written about it in this diary. If heaven could grant me one wish, I'd want Howard by my side forever. I tapped open the photo Carrie had sent me privately.

The image showed the red ribbon Flora had tied, her wish written in flowing script: May our baby be born safe and healthy. May Basil and I never part until our hair turns white. My heart seized, as if a fist had closed around it. I couldn't breathe. Before I could recover, the elementary school alumni group chat exploded with activity. Joseph Whitney, our old class monitor, was the first to chime in. "Congrats to our very own business mogul on her glorious retirement! Finally got time to hang out with us common folk, huh?" Someone else piled on. "Exactly! When you were running the show, we were too intimidated to bother you two. But now you're free, right? Tonight, the usual spot—no excuses!" After a long pause, Flora replied with a single word: "Okay." I tapped at my keyboard, trying to come up with a reason to decline, but before I could send anything, a message from Flora popped up. "Come with me tonight." It was my first time in Flora's new car. A sticker on the rear window announced: My darling wife is pregnant—please keep your distance. No guessing who was responsible for that little touch. I sat in the back, taking in the hand-carved wooden charm dangling from the rearview mirror, the matching couple's pillows propped on the seat beside me. Something ached in my chest. These past weeks, Flora and Basil had been living a life I couldn't have imagined. They looked more like husband and wife than we ever did. Flora must have noticed my expression. "Basil's young," she said, her tone somewhere between apologetic and dismissive. "A bit immature. Can't really help it." She gave a small, helpless laugh. "If I remember right, you used to like woodcarving too, back in school." I didn't answer. She didn't push. She remembered correctly. The year we first got together, I'd carved her zodiac animal with my own hands—a charm for protection and peace. Funny how new memories can make you forget the old ones. I pushed open the car door and walked into the private dining room ahead of Flora. Hubert Delgado, one of my closest friends from school, grabbed my arm immediately. "Howard! It's been ages, man. How'd you get so thin?" Before I could respond, everyone's attention shifted to Flora as she entered behind me. "Well, well, if it isn't the legendary CEO herself!" Delilah Lambert called out. "I saw the news—you two went to Lover's Peak today, didn't you?" The air around Flora and me turned to ice. They'd mistaken Basil—wearing a mask—for me. Flora hesitated, then gave a silent nod. Hubert pulled me toward the head of the table and sat me down next to Flora. I stared at the spread of dishes before me, but my stomach churned violently. The liver disease was destroying my digestion. "Howard, eat up!" Delilah urged, leaning in. "Remember back in school? Flora was always worried you weren't eating enough. She'd hide extra meat under your rice when you weren't looking." She tilted her head, studying me. "How come all these years and she still hasn't fattened you up?" The nostalgia opened the floodgates, and stories started flowing. "Does anyone remember when Flora gave Howard her homework and got sent out to stand in the hall?" Hubert's hand shot up. "I remember! The teacher said anyone who forgot their homework couldn't stay in class. Flora just tossed her notebook onto Howard's desk and walked out without looking back. Absolute legend." Delilah's gaze bounced between us. "Honestly, why haven't you two had kids yet? With your looks and his brains, it'd be a crime not to pass those genes on." What she didn't know was that Flora already had a child on the way. It just had nothing to do with me. Hubert elbowed Delilah. "You don't know Howard was seriously ill, do you? He barely walks through the door and you're already pestering them about babies. Mind your own business." The table erupted in laughter, but Flora reached over and covered my hand with hers. "You haven't touched anything. Are you feeling okay?" The warmth of her palm seeped into my skin. I looked up and met her eyes—and for a moment, just a moment, I saw a flicker of something that reminded me of the way she used to look at me. The words rose to my lips before I could stop them. "If my cancer came back... would you still have a wish left for me?" Flora froze. Her hand withdrew, and an awkward distance opened between us. "You're going to be fine." The words had barely left her mouth when acid surged up my throat. There was no time to make it to the bathroom. I doubled over beneath the table and started to retch.

My classmates startled. Hubert rushed to my side. "Howard, what's wrong?" Flora caught my arm with one hand. "Howard?" She didn't even notice it herself—she was panicking. I took the napkin Hubert offered and wiped the sweat from my face. "It's nothing. Just some diet pills I've been taking." It was the only excuse I could come up with. The others relaxed and drifted back to their seats. Only Flora kept hold of my arm. "Howard, we're going to the hospital." She stood and settled the bill with her gold card, bringing the reunion to an abrupt end. Someone teased as we headed out, "Flora still dotes on Howard, huh? After all these years, nothing's changed." "Obviously. You know how long she's been crazy about him. Back in school, she swore she'd marry Howard or no one." Everyone gathered outside the restaurant, about to wave goodbye, when a blue Porsche pulled up. As the others watched in surprise, Basil took Flora's handbag from her. "Flora, I'm here to take you home." The air froze. Someone asked, "Flora, who's this?" All eyes turned to me—like they were watching a clown. Flora's grip on my hand loosened. "Flora, it's time for the baby's prenatal session. The little one gets anxious without hearing Daddy's voice." Basil stepped forward and pulled Flora toward him. Hubert frowned. "Howard, who is this guy?" "Flora, what's going on here..." Before Flora could answer, someone smoothed things over with an awkward laugh. "These things happen, right? Let's all head out." The group dispersed on cue. After all, no one dared comment on the private lives of important people. I waved goodbye to Hubert and was about to leave when Flora called out. "Howard, we're going to the hospital." She pulled me into the car without giving me a choice. Basil spoke first. "Howard, can you tell if Flora's carrying a boy or a girl?" "No." "Boy or girl, doesn't matter. My mother-in-law said she'll love either one." Basil grinned. So Flora's parents had already accepted Basil. A hollow ache spread through my chest. Her parents had watched us grow up together. They'd treated me like their own son. Their betrayal left me feeling like I had no home to return to. The car stopped at the hospital entrance. I had just opened the door when Flora followed me out. If Basil hadn't been trailing behind us, I might have believed she was the Flora from before. She pushed me toward the Emergency Department. I waited in line for an hour, gritting my teeth against the pain. Just as it was finally my turn, Basil suddenly clutched his chest. "Flora, my chest hurts." The ER doctor rushed us over to Internal Medicine. But the first words out of the doctor's mouth were directed at me. "Mr. Gilbert, why are you in Internal Medicine? If the Fertility Clinic won't perform the reversal, there's nothing we can do for you here either." Flora stared at me, stunned. "Reversal? What happened to you?" When I didn't answer, she marched up to the doctor. "I'm his wife. Tell me what's wrong with him." The doctor's expression turned strange, but he spoke anyway. "Mr. Gilbert had a vasectomy three years ago. Recently he wanted it reversed, but the doctors refused to operate. He caused quite a commotion over it." Flora pressed further. "Can a vasectomy affect appetite? Cause vomiting?" "Only minor effects. Nowhere near enough to cause vomiting." The nurse glanced at me. "Mr. Gilbert, your issue isn't something Internal Medicine can address. You should consult a men's specialty clinic." I stood frozen. The pain of having my wound ripped open made it impossible to breathe. After learning my condition couldn't be reversed, I'd come to this hospital countless times. I couldn't accept that I would never father a child. Flora's brow furrowed. "Howard, why didn't you tell me something this important?" "Were you afraid I'd leave you?" I looked at her with a smile. "Haven't you already done exactly that?" Flora froze. Then disgust crept into her voice. "Howard, you had cancer years ago. Do you really have to fake being sick just to get my attention? Dragging everyone to the hospital in the middle of the night—did you forget I'm pregnant?" Basil waved her off. "Babe, don't blame Howard. This is all my fault." He ducked his head. "If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have to go to such lengths. But now that we're having a baby..." Basil suddenly clutched his chest. "I think I drove here too fast. My chest won't stop hurting." "Move!" Flora shoved past me to get to the doctor. My back slammed into the guardrail. The taste of iron flooded my mouth instantly. In that moment, I realized—I was going to die soon.