My Husband's Eighteenth Substitute Lover

Synopsis

On our third wedding anniversary, the eighteenth substitute Carlos Maynard kept came to me. "We used up five boxes of condoms in one month," she said smugly. "He said that was more than you two used in three years." I stared at her provocative face, dazed. She looked the most like Aimee Lindell out of all of them. No wonder Carlos liked her so much. I didn't drive her away like I would have done before. I smiled instead, saying, "May you two have a child soon." They didn't know I already prepared to divorce. I had late-stage cancer. I didn't want to die as Carlos' wife.