Her Betrayal, My Cancer, Our End

back at my house, the silence of the large space amplifying the echo of Sa

. "I just can't understand it. We were married

"But to her, it was just an investment. And

ind drifted back in time. Back to a sun-drenched afternoon

Miller," she had declared, her pigta

aughed.

t were the most obvious thing in the world. "And y

s a simple statement of fact from her point of view. But

ferent kind of longing. That's when I met Sarah. She was beautiful, electric. She wa

ing to ask Sarah to marry me. We were si

plastic stick. But her smile didn't reach her eyes. I saw it, but I chose to igno

dible opportunity, a chance to build her own career. I know now that she was just trying to put

d me a lifetime of happiness, and left. And for ten years, I built a life with a woma

r me. And Sarah was gone, having taken everythin

," I said, the words slipping

her expression

haking my head. "Jus

e wrong person. I had built my empire with a partner who was only interested in the spoils, no

in the end, loyalty was rewarded and greed was punished. The plan in my mind became clearer, sharper. It was no longer ju