When the Love Finally Fades

The surgeon told me that amputating my leg could buy me one more year, and asked whether I'd accept it.

My breath caught. I hesitated a long time, and then I messaged my wife anyway.

"The surgery could give me another year. Do you want me to do it?"

One minute before they wheeled me into the operating room, my phone finally buzzed.

A message read "Hope this helps"!

And a cash transfer. The same as every message I'd sent her for three years.

Ever since our wedding night, when I asked her for five hundred thousand dollars, Victoria had been certain I was exactly the gold digger her…