There would be no way to link my death with him, I had assured my chemist friend. He was convinced after my logical explanation.
“Cancer. Too late to do anything now,” the doctor had told me earlier.
I dropped the bomb that evening. Will live together, but no wedlock. She stormed out of the room accusing me of betrayal. And infidelity. And a lot more.
Hope she will marry a nice guy and be happy.