Betting On My Death? Enjoy Prison, Ex-Husband

Before I was wheeled into the operating room, I caught a glimpse of the Snapchat notifications on my husband's phone.

He and our live-in housekeeper were placing bets on my brain surgery, wagering whether I would die right there on the table or pull through.

Without a second thought, he bet on my survival.

"She's my wife and my golden goose. I need her to live forever."

But things went sideways after the surgery. I developed severe cerebral edema and ended up in a coma in the ICU for nearly two weeks.