Cheated On and Cashed Out

When I find out my husband is cheating on me, I don't cry. My pride won't let me waste a single tear on a man who isn't worth it.

Instead, I crash a stranger's funeral so I can cry my eyes out over someone else's memorial photo.

I'm sobbing so hard I'm shaking when the widow suddenly shoves a million-dollar check into my hand.

"Take the money and get lost. Don't think you can worm your way into my family just because he's dead."

I stare down at the check.

Suddenly, being the other woman doesn't seem so bad. At least she gets paid.