condition had worsened. As the room filled with mourners, she played the damning video on the TV. Gasps turned to outrage. Police arrived, arresting Eric, his mistress, and the corrupt doctor. Later, Diana found the nurse who’d warned her. “Sometimes,” the nurse said,
“the worst diseases don’t kill you—they just hide in the ones you love.” Diana drove home free—not of sadness, but of lies. Her wedding ring lay in her pocket, heavy with betrayal, but her heart felt light for the first time in weeks. Sometimes, the end of one story is the start of another.