Divorce Papers or Death Certificate

**Evelyn's POV** Every time my husband wants to make me give in, he slaps divorce papers on the table. Every time my parents want me to cave, they threaten to disown me. What they want is simple: give everything to my twin sister. I used to fight back. I cried. I demanded to know why it always had to be me. But when the doctor slides the test results across his desk and tells me in that pitying voice, "Stage four brain cancer. You have a month, maybe less," something in me just... stops caring. I'm dying anyway. They can do whatever the hell they want. --- I'm standing outside the hospital, and my phone starts ringing. Marcus. I answer. "Where are you?" His voice is already annoyed. "Get home. Kaley passed out again. Doctor says we need to schedule...