They All 'Died' for Her? With Terminal Cancer, I'm Done Playing their Games - Chapter 116: Chapter 116
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At my son's full-month banquet, the long-dormant high school group chat suddenly lit up with messages.
"Have you heard? A junior from Lanchester High School swallowed pills and committed suicide. So tragic, only in her twenties..."
"Just saw the police report. Such a pity... it seems to be because of love troubles."
And someone sent a few photos.
In the photos, there were excerpts from the junior’s suicide note, "All these years, my life has revolved around you. Every time I tried to get closer to you, you’d say the timing wasn’t right.
"I despised how worldly responsibilities held you back, but I couldn’t stop fantasizing about becoming your wife."
"Cody, if we can’t escape the prejudices of the world, then let’s meet earlier in the next life."
Cody, was my husband.
I paused for a moment, searching my memory, and finally recalled Lena.
She was an average student, nothing exceptional. Once, she even dragged Cody along to skip class when he was late.
She barely met the college entrance exam cutoff but stubbornly came to the same city as us after graduation.
Because rent in big cities was expensive, she could only find a low-paying job due to her limited education. Over the years, she had lived in poverty.
I didn’t expect that it was all for Cody.
The people forwarding these messages were older than us, obviously unfamiliar with Cody, but they were still lamenting Lena’s fate.
The group suddenly quieted.
I took a deep breath, turned off my phone screen, and walked to the next table, trying to ignore the matter.
The noise in the venue continued to surge like waves.
"Anna, don’t take it too hard. It’s my godson’s full-month banquet today," my friend whispered behind me.
High school classmates began chatting and complaining, "Exactly, this person is ridiculous. Pining for someone else's husband and making excuses for it, she was never serious about her studies."
"Good thing your husband is a straight-laced guy, otherwise, who knows? She might have snatched him away by now."
But Cody, did he really not care at all?
I raised my gaze, only to realize that Cody had disappeared from the venue.
I was busy dealing with relatives' pleasantries while wandering around the venue. Eventually, I found Cody in the stairwell.
He had his head lowered, the cigarette between his fingers releasing a faint wisp of smoke, his profile hidden in the mist, his expression unreadable.
When he saw me, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and there was a rare trace of gloom and frustration in his brow.
But what was he frustrated about?
I tried to push the suspicion from my mind.
"Where’s the baby?" I asked.
Cody coughed twice, his eyes weary. "My mom took him."
"Didn't you say you'd quit smoking after Sam was born?" I glanced at the cigarette butts on the floor.
Since I became pregnant, Cody had voluntarily quit smoking.
Today, however, he was acting out of character.
He suddenly squinted and smiled, as if relieved, and said, "I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, so I smoke once in a while. I’ll clean it up before we leave."
"By the way, honey, when you hand out the party favors later, remember to slip some red envelopes to your friends. They’ve traveled a long way, after all." Cody changed the topic while transferring money to me.
He had always been like this, attentive to guests and mindful of my face.
For many years, our relationship had been one of mutual respect and courtesy, not exactly passionate but without any distrust.
I returned to the venue shortly after, and Cody, as if nothing had happened, came back too.
He skillfully arranged everything, even helping Sam change his diaper in between.
Seeing Cody back to his usual self, I felt the tension in my chest slowly ease.
For the next few days, he continued his routine of going to work on time and managing our life efficiently, as if Lena’s incident had never happened.
So when the news of his death came two days later, I was so shocked that I cut my finger while scrolling on my phone.
The police said that the footage showed Cody in a daze, like a zombie, standing in the middle of a busy street.
Cody didn’t want to live anymore.
"Have you heard? A junior from Lanchester High School swallowed pills and committed suicide. So tragic, only in her twenties..."
"Just saw the police report. Such a pity... it seems to be because of love troubles."
And someone sent a few photos.
In the photos, there were excerpts from the junior’s suicide note, "All these years, my life has revolved around you. Every time I tried to get closer to you, you’d say the timing wasn’t right.
"I despised how worldly responsibilities held you back, but I couldn’t stop fantasizing about becoming your wife."
"Cody, if we can’t escape the prejudices of the world, then let’s meet earlier in the next life."
Cody, was my husband.
I paused for a moment, searching my memory, and finally recalled Lena.
She was an average student, nothing exceptional. Once, she even dragged Cody along to skip class when he was late.
She barely met the college entrance exam cutoff but stubbornly came to the same city as us after graduation.
Because rent in big cities was expensive, she could only find a low-paying job due to her limited education. Over the years, she had lived in poverty.
I didn’t expect that it was all for Cody.
The people forwarding these messages were older than us, obviously unfamiliar with Cody, but they were still lamenting Lena’s fate.
The group suddenly quieted.
I took a deep breath, turned off my phone screen, and walked to the next table, trying to ignore the matter.
The noise in the venue continued to surge like waves.
"Anna, don’t take it too hard. It’s my godson’s full-month banquet today," my friend whispered behind me.
High school classmates began chatting and complaining, "Exactly, this person is ridiculous. Pining for someone else's husband and making excuses for it, she was never serious about her studies."
"Good thing your husband is a straight-laced guy, otherwise, who knows? She might have snatched him away by now."
But Cody, did he really not care at all?
I raised my gaze, only to realize that Cody had disappeared from the venue.
I was busy dealing with relatives' pleasantries while wandering around the venue. Eventually, I found Cody in the stairwell.
He had his head lowered, the cigarette between his fingers releasing a faint wisp of smoke, his profile hidden in the mist, his expression unreadable.
When he saw me, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and there was a rare trace of gloom and frustration in his brow.
But what was he frustrated about?
I tried to push the suspicion from my mind.
"Where’s the baby?" I asked.
Cody coughed twice, his eyes weary. "My mom took him."
"Didn't you say you'd quit smoking after Sam was born?" I glanced at the cigarette butts on the floor.
Since I became pregnant, Cody had voluntarily quit smoking.
Today, however, he was acting out of character.
He suddenly squinted and smiled, as if relieved, and said, "I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, so I smoke once in a while. I’ll clean it up before we leave."
"By the way, honey, when you hand out the party favors later, remember to slip some red envelopes to your friends. They’ve traveled a long way, after all." Cody changed the topic while transferring money to me.
He had always been like this, attentive to guests and mindful of my face.
For many years, our relationship had been one of mutual respect and courtesy, not exactly passionate but without any distrust.
I returned to the venue shortly after, and Cody, as if nothing had happened, came back too.
He skillfully arranged everything, even helping Sam change his diaper in between.
Seeing Cody back to his usual self, I felt the tension in my chest slowly ease.
For the next few days, he continued his routine of going to work on time and managing our life efficiently, as if Lena’s incident had never happened.
So when the news of his death came two days later, I was so shocked that I cut my finger while scrolling on my phone.
The police said that the footage showed Cody in a daze, like a zombie, standing in the middle of a busy street.
Cody didn’t want to live anymore.
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