Diana was preparing to say goodbye to her husband Eric, who had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. “Stage four cancer… metastasized… he’s got a few weeks to live,” the doctor had said, leaving her shattered. But outside the hospital, a nurse whispered, *“Set up a hidden camera in his ward… he’s not dying.”*

That night, haunted by doubt, Diana ordered a camera and hid it in Eric’s hospital room. What she saw stunned her. At 9 p.m., Eric sat up easily, embraced a woman in a leather coat, and kissed her. “Once you’re declared dead, the insurance money will be transferred offshore,” the woman said. Eric laughed, *“Diana won’t suspect a thing. She’s already planning my funeral.”*

Heartbroken but determined, Diana recorded everything and invited all of Eric’s loved ones to visit him. With the room full, she played the footage. Gasps, rage, and betrayal followed. “How could you do this?” his mother screamed. Security arrived. Eric and his mistress were arrested. Dr. Matthews, who faked the diagnosis, lost his license.Back on the same hospital bench, the nurse reappeared. *“Sometimes the worst diseases aren’t the ones that kill you,”* she said. Diana replied, *“You saved me from a different kind of grief.”*