Diana thought she was preparing to say goodbye to her terminally ill husband,

Eric. Diagnosed with stage four cancer, he had only weeks to live—or so she was told.

One evening outside the hospital, a nurse approached Diana and whispered

something chilling: “Set up a hidden camera in his room… He’s not dying.”

Torn between grief and suspicion, Diana followed the advice. What she

discovered on the footage shattered her world: Eric, healthy and energetic,

secretly meeting a mysterious woman—his lover. They kissed, exchanged documents,

and laughed about their plan to fake Eric’s death for insurance money.

A bribed doctor had helped pull it off, and Diana was the unknowing pawn.

Heartbroken but determined, Diana invited Eric’s friends and family to the hospital under the pretense that his,

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.