Dumped With Cancer: I Became The Woman He Spends His Life Chasing

On New Year's Eve, Aria Hart watched Julian Lawson come home with an eighteen-year-old model on his arm. Her fingers tightened around the late-stage stomach cancer diagnosis, while he mocked her without even blinking. "If I'm not marrying her, what, you think I should marry you?"

Aria had given him ten full years, only to be repaid with the news that Julian was going to marry someone else.

This time, she neither argued nor fought. After calling the hospital and agreeing to go abroad for treatment, she quietly disappeared.

She thought it would end cleanly there, but after Aria left, Julian completely lost his mind.

He ran from his wedding in front of everyone, put all his work on hold, and searched for her across the world.

Eventually, he found information about Aria at the hospital.

The nurse frowned. "Are you her family member?"

Julian nodded urgently. "I'm her husband!"

The nurse shook her head. "That's impossible. She said she has no family member. And she isn't here anymore."

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As the New Year bells rang, Aria received two "gifts."

One was a set of photos of Julian on a date with an eighteen-year-old model, snapped by gossip reporters.

Everyone in the office turned to look at Aria, waiting for her to rush home and slap the other woman like she used to.

The other "gift" was a pathology report from the city oncology hospital—stomach cancer, with a recommendation to transfer to an overseas treatment center as soon as possible.

Whispers erupted around her.

"What's going on? Did her husband cheat again?"

"Stop talking nonsense. They've been together ten years and never got married."

"Not married? Then maybe she's just a side piece. No wonder she's always so eager to go after the other woman."

The vulgar comments reached Aria's ears. She ignored them completely, took leave, and went home.

The key had barely slipped into the lock when a woman's sweet, syrupy laughter drifted from inside.

Aria pushed the door open. High heels and stockings were scattered across the living room carpet.

On the couch, the eighteen-year-old model Lila Bennett was wrapped in Julian's white dress shirt, barefoot and curled up in his arms.

And Julian, the man Aria had loved for ten full years, lowered his head to kiss the top of Lila's hair, his gaze so gentle it felt unfamiliar.

When he looked up and saw her, his brows knit instantly. He pulled Lila tighter into his arms, as if afraid Aria might hurt her.

Aria didn't say a word. She simply stood there in silence. She didn't explode like before, didn't rush forward to slap the woman.

Lila put on a panicked act. "Oh! Aria, I didn't… Julian said you wouldn't be home tonight…"

Aria looked at Julian, the pain in her chest dripping like blood. "Julian… you promised me. You said you wouldn't bring another woman home. That was the line."

Julian stood up and stepped in front of Lila, his voice turning cold. "Aria,