I Got Cancer From Sleeping With My Uncle

Yulia suspiciously went through the reports.

“You’re pregnant?” Bewilderment hit her as she looked at me. After that, she checked out the second report.

“Oh, it looks like you’re dying.” She pretended to be kind by folding it and placing it carefully where she had found it.

“Behave yourself, Zella. Do you get me?” Yulia threatened me. She gently touched my face. “I wonder if your face will be ruined.”

“She’s an undertaker. It’s not hard to put on nice makeup.” Sean was back.

“But she does it for the dead people!” Yulia acted naive and innocent.

Sean remained quiet but gave me a profound look. After that, he left with Yulia.

I understood that look. He was warning me not to dream of things that did not belong to me. I would be long dead without him.

The burn on my face and the coldness in my heart tortured me. I had not eaten for two consecutive days. I finally failed to hold on in the afternoon.

I was gripped by a serious stomach ache, but my pills were in the living room. Hence, I gnashed my teeth and went up there.

My hands were shaking as I tried to unscrew the bottle of pills. I was too weak, and the bottle escaped from my grasp. It rolled forward. My back was already drenched with sweat, so I went down on my knees. I could not get to my feet and was forced to crawl toward the bottle.

Before I could grab the bottle, Yulia, who was late in her pregnancy, appeared.

She smirked and wickedly kicked the bottle away. Consequently, it rolled under the cabinet.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see it.”

I glared at her. The excruciating pain made me clutch my belly to try to ease the pain.

“Stop glaring at me. Did I mistreat you, Zella?”

Disgusted, I weakly said, “Go away!”

She snorted. “Zella, I’m sure you need the pills to live. Do you want to know why you got sick?” She looked down at me condescendingly.

I glared at her in exhaustion.

She laughed arrogantly. Since Sean was not home, she probably did not care about exposing her true self. Or, she had already bribed the maids.

“You always woke up in Sean’s bed. Do you really think it was because you walked to him in your sleep?”

Sleepwalking.

For a long period, I always woke up in Sean’s bed. I was worried that people might spread rumors about it since he was my nominal uncle, even if he was only eight years older than me.

Yulia came to me at that time. She was a psychologist and claimed that I had been suffering from severe sleepwalking, but she could help keep this issue a secret for the sake of Sean’s reputation. However, the premise was that I had to undergo treatment and take pills daily.

I did not contemplate it much because I wanted to keep that issue hidden.

Doubt gripped me.

“It’s true that you’re the only one who can help Sean with his sleep disorder, but I can’t live without him since I love him so much. And you’re naive. You panicked after sleeping in the same bed with your uncle and believed everything I told you. Now that you’re about to die, I shall tell you the truth.”

She looked at me disdainfully as if she could easily kill me. “The so-called treatment I gave you was merely hypnosis, while the pills you took were really for sleepwalking. Only that their side effect is that you’ll get stomach cancer if you take them long term.”

Blood drained from my face after listening to her.