"Ms. Xander, the results are back. Mid-stage stomach cancer. Are you sure you don’t want to tell your family?"
"No need."
Stepping out of the hospital, the hot wind hit her face.
Tracy Xander slipped the medical report into her bag, her face pale.
In the third year of her marriage to Chandler Gaunt, he cheated. And she got cancer.
What a lousy script life handed her.
But Tracy was afraid of death. Especially after realizing she’d driven herself into cancer over a man who couldn’t even keep it in his pants, in this moment, she finally understood.
Like sand slipping through your fingers—just let it go.
After planning everything carefully, Tracy drove to the office.
At her desk, she gathered a stack of documents and headed for the seventeenth-floor office.
She knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Tracy pushed the door open.
"What is it?"
The man lifted his head, his dark eyes gazing at her with intensity.
Chandler Gaunt had a face anyone would envy. His features were sharp and strong. Years in the business world had stripped away his youthful naivety, leaving behind the maturity, steadiness, and authority of a man at the top.
Tracy handed over the stack of papers, her tone gentle. "These are from last week’s health check. The hospital courier dropped them off. They need your signature."
She placed the reports in front of Chandler, even uncapped the pen and set it in his hand.
Chandler rubbed his forehead, weary. Without looking, he picked up the pen and signed.
So eager?

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