Too Late Jerk Novel by Yvelyn Mikey

 

Too Late Jerk Novel by Yvelyn Mikey

 

In my previous life, he loved his work over me.

 

“After marriage, I won’t have time to run a family. Think it over carefully.”

 

This is what my research-obsessed husband told me before we got married.

 

“I understand. I’ll take care of the home.”

 

And I really did. I kept the house spotless, took care of him in every possible way.

 

And even after being diagnosed with cancer, I never told him.

 

Meanwhile, at forty, he stood on the Nobel Prize stage.

 

The host smiled and asked: “Professor Sanderson, could you say a few words about your wife?”

 

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, 

 

“I have no feelings for her. My entire life’s energy and passion have been devoted to science.”

 

After that, he buried himself completely in his next project and never came home again.

 

So he never knew that after the cancer spread, the pain kept me curled up in bed all night, unable to sleep.

 

He never even knew that on the day I drew my last breath, my body lay in the empty house for three full days.

 

Now I lived again, I want to live it differently.