Diana was bracing for the inevitable heartbreak as her husband, Eric, lay in the hospital with only weeks to live. “Stage four cancer… he’s got a few weeks,” the doctor had said. Fifteen years of marriage reduced to days. Then, a nurse whispered an unsettling suggestion: “Set up a hidden camera in his ward. You deserve to know the truth.”
Doubt gnawed at her, but she followed the nurse’s advice. The footage shattered her world. At 9 p.m., Eric, the “dying” man, sat up with ease, embraced a woman, and kissed her. The pair exchanged intimate gestures, papers, and plans. Later, Diana overheard their scheme: a faked death, stolen insurance money, and a future without her. Eric’s lover sneered, “Once you’re ‘dead,’ Diana won’t suspect a thing.”
Diana acted swiftly. She invited family and friends to the hospital, claiming Eric’s condition had worsened. With everyone gathered, she unveiled the footage: Eric and his lover plotting the con, bribing the doctor, and mocking her. Chaos erupted. Police arrested Eric, his mistress, and the corrupt doctor.
Filing for divorce the next day, Diana returned to the bench where the nurse had first warned her. “Sometimes the worst diseases aren’t the ones that kill you,” the nurse said. Diana nodded, grateful for her intervention. She had lost her husband to greed but found strength, clarity, and a fresh start.
As she drove home, the sunset mirrored her emotions—endings blending into new beginnings.
