As I Lay Dying He Is With His Soulmate in Labor

On Valentine's Day, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, with less than a month left to live.

As I was engulfed in confusion and panic, Sebastian Nash knelt before me with a pained expression, saying, "I'm sorry, Betsy. I've fallen in love with another woman."

He then promised me seriously, "I haven't cheated on you. What I share with her is a deep emotional bond. We won't have sex, and my feelings and commitment to you remain unchanged. I will continue to fulfill my duties as your husband."

Clutching the diagnosis report tightly, I managed to force out a few words, "Okay. I will let you be together."

Sebastian was both surprised and worried as he embraced me, saying, "Betsy, don't leave me. I love her, but I love you more. Please don't be angry or make trouble with me."

I gave a bitter smile, "I won't."

As a dying person, there was nothing worth crying or fussing over.

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Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief and held my cold hand. "Why is your face so pale? Is your stomach bothering you again?"

I felt a cramp in my stomach again.

I wanted to tell him that I had advanced stomach cancer and was on the brink of death.

Despite his concern for me, I could tell his mind was elsewhere. "Is there something else you want to say to me?" I asked.

His gaze shifted from my face to his feet, and he hesitated before speaking.

I took a deep breath and told him, "Go ahead, I'm mentally prepared."

Sebastian spoke tentatively. His voice was soft, but it shocked me. "Jazlyn is nine months pregnant."

My mind went blank.

Sebastian scrambled to explain, "I haven't had sex with Jazlyn. The child was conceived through IVF."

Afraid of upsetting me, he tried to convince me with his flawed logic, "Betsy, you've always wanted a child but couldn't have one due to health reasons. When Jazlyn's baby is born, we'll raise it together. The baby will call you mom and will be ours."

I watched his lips move without truly hearing his words.

After what felt like an eternity, in his eyes filled with hope and struggle, I replied, "Okay."

Sebastian was stunned for a moment, then hugged me with surprise and joy, sincere tears streaming from his eyes. "Thank you, Betsy."

He hugged me so tightly that my stomach was squeezed, and a smell of blood mixed with stomach acid came from my throat.

I quickly turned my head away, feeling panicked and expectant, wondering if Sebastian could notice anything was wrong with me.

He was a specialist in oncology, focusing particularly on stomach cancer.

Sebastian was immersed in his joy, his eyes shining with a light I had never seen before. "Jazlyn is a wonderful girl. I promise you'll like her when you meet her."

I was disappointed, but I only smiled bitterly and relievedly.

Sebastian's heart had long left me. When I die, he probably won't be sad.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Sebastian eagerly went to open it.

Jazlyn bent down, and Sebastian dropped to his knees to help her get her things.

As soon as she entered, she dropped to her knees in apology. "Betsy, I'm sorry."

Sebastian knelt too, his tone anxious as he defended her. "Betsy, this is Jazlyn. It's my fault. I couldn't control my feelings, and I was the one who pursued her first."

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my heart, and the pain in my stomach was immediately suppressed.

Seeing them both kneeling before me, I felt a strange mix of emotions. I felt stuffy, weak, and a kind of pain that I didn't know how to describe.

Honestly, if Sebastian weren't my husband, I'd think they were quite a match.

She had long curly hair and red lips, which made her charming. Even with her pregnant belly, she still looked beautiful.

The two of them knelt in front of me, looking like a couple in love who wanted to be together despite others' opposition.

But one was my husband of ten years, the other his emotional affair partner.

Swallowing the blood taste in my throat, I reached out to help Jazlyn up. "You're pregnant, and the floor is cold. The due date must be soon. If you don't mind, you're welcome to stay here. It'll be easier for Sebastian to take care of you."

After saying this, I felt a sense of relief.

I was living on borrowed time, while Jazlyn carried a new life soon to enter this world. It was time for me to step aside.

"No," Sebastian said, helping Jazlyn up and protectively shielding her and her belly.

A sharp pain pierced my heart, and the pain in my stomach surged anew.

Jazlyn cast a reproachful glance at Sebastian and spoke to me with a guilty tone, avoiding eye contact. "Betsy, I know saying sorry is useless, but if you don't mind, give me a chance to make amends."

Her eyes were bright, filled with sincere innocence. "Sebastian mentioned your health has always been fragile, and you've had stomach issues since childhood. I've studied nutrition and can help you take care of your stomach."

The burning pain in my stomach intensified until I couldn't bear it any longer. Covering my mouth and nose, I stumbled toward the bathroom.

Leaning over the toilet, I coughed up blood, the stomach acid scorching my throat with fiery pain.

A warm hand touched my shoulder, and Sebastian's worried voice came from above, "Betsy, are you okay?"

I wiped my mouth, frantically pressing the toilet flush button, which failed at this critical moment.

Though Sebastian voiced concern for me, his gaze never left Jazlyn in the living room.

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful Sebastian hadn't noticed the blood.

I didn't know why I feared him finding out I was dying.

Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I took out the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and coaxed him into signing it. "Your baby will be born in a month. This is my gift to you."