Terminal Cancer: My Husband's Young Secretary Says I'm Faking It

Terminal Cancer, Husband Falls for His Young, Juicy Secretary

I return home after chemotherapy to find my husband in our marital bed with his secretary, their bodies intertwined in passion.

Seeing me, the secretary giggles coyly: "Oh sis, don't be angry. I'm just helping take some of the burden off you, since I was worried it might be too much for you to handle."

My husband casually lights a post-coital cigarette:

"You never let me touch you anymore. You're as cold as a dead fish in bed!"