Rise of Ryan Conner

chapter 6

Ryan walked out of the hospital briskly, he hopped into a taxi and told the cab driver his address. Thoughts ran through his mind as the car scurried through the city. 

He had deliberately kept the truth about his tumor from his wife, fearing the burden it would place on her. He wondered what her reaction would be as the cab pulled up at his house. 

As he stood in front of his house he realized something. All his injuries were healed! The cuts and bruises were almost not visible anymore and the pain was gone. 

"The healing power that voice said I now possessed? Does that explain why I don't feel the pain from my Lung cancer anymore?" He muttered as he examined his body. 

He stood on the porch of his door and clenched his fists not afraid of his Lung cancer anymore, he would confirm later if it had truly gone. He smiled, eager to see the look of surprise and relief on his wife's face when he told her everything that happened and how his Lung cancer was gone. 

With a deep breath, Ryan opened the door, and walked in. He scanned the room and saw his wife was sitting there on the couch with a cold expression plastered on her face. 

When she saw Ryan come in, she threw a stack of papers on the table in front of her. Ryan stopped in his track as he raised his eyebrows with suprise.  

He picked up the first paper, it was his medical certification saying he had a Lung cancer. The second—

 "What's this?" Ryan asked with his eyes fixed on the paper. 

"Read it!" His wife snapped as she crossed her legs and fired him a cold gaze. 

He picked up the papers and read through it and his jaw dropped with shock, "A divorce agreement?" He frowned as he turned to look at her. 

"What is this for?" He struggled to comprehend the situation, his mind reeling shock.

"What do you think it is?" She replied sarcastically as she picked up a glass of wine and placed it on her lips. She sipped the wine slowly and uncrossed her legs. 

His wife's next words cut deep, "You made no money before, and now you have a tumor. My life would be ruined. I can't be with you anymore. Just sign the divorce." She scoffed. 

Ryan stood there, a mix of disbelief, sadness as it all dawned on him, she didn't love him anymore. 

Grasping for some semblance of understanding, he decided to ask a  question. To him it was a last attempt at salvaging some part of their relationship. 

"If I didn't have this tumor now, would you still want a divorce?" He looked at her with hope in his eyes. 

The mysterious healing abilities he suddenly possessed would not really make sense to anyone if he told them. But he was broken that he she was going to leave him because of his Lung cancer. He wanted to understand the reason she was leaving him. If it was because of Lung cancer, then he would tell her right now. 

She paused for a moment and looked at him incredulously while he wondered what her reply would be. 

She dangled the cup between her fingers and her lips curved up into a smile of mockery. "You think you can deceive me?" She let out a reel of laughter ignoring his question. 

"I'm fed up with your talk of hope and better days when all you ever do is bring bad luck!" She slammed the glass cup on the table. 

"Just look at a beautiful and high class woman like me stooping so low to be wife to a nobody like you!" She yelled as she turned around to look at the living room. 

Ryan stood there and kept silent as he watched her drama. 

"Turning me to a stay at home house wife?" She scoffed as she scanned the living room that was already a mess as usual. Littered with remnant of snacks and empty cans. 

"You still haven't answered my question." Ryan stood there keeping his gaze fixed on her. 

"Your question?" She scoffed before pausing for a moment as she wondered where he was heading to. "You aren't saying you don't have the tumor anymore?" Her eyebrows furrowed. 

She waved her hands in dismissal, "No it's a bluff. You're trying to lie. It's impossible for you to recover so soon," she retorted, her voice dripping with cynicism. 

She kept on berating him, "You're poor and have to spend so much money on your disease." She stood up and walked towards him with an expression of scorn and disgust on her pretty face. 

"We shouldn't do this, we have come a long way!" Ryan was loosing his cool as he clenched his fists. 

She stopped just a few centimeters from him and looked up at him. "I don't love you anymore and I want nothing to do with you anymore." She spoke to his face as she stood few heads below him. 

"Also I won't let you use a single penny of our money for your treatment before we divorce." She frowned as she clenched her teeth. 

Ryan just stood there and watched her with a blank expression. Ryan's emotions swirled chaotically – sadness, anger, and disappointment surged through him as he faced his wife.

"You were broke before but now you're also sick? What will become of me if i stay with a good for nothing?" shook her head in disgust.

"You promised to stay with me no matter what. So why do you want to leave at this point?" Ryan fired her a cold stare as he fiddled with the paper. 

He shook his head there was nothing left to salvage and without any hesitation, he took the pen and signed the divorce agreement. 

As he put the pen down he felt a mix of relief and sorrow washed over him. "There it is signed." He pushed the paper towards her.