I PAID FOR MY HUSBAND'S CANCER TREATMENT... THEN I FOUND OUT HE WASN'T SICK
I PAID FOR MY HUSBAND'S CANCER TREATMENT... THEN I FOUND OUT HE WASN'T SICK
Chapter 1: The Video I Was Never Supposed To See
The chemotherapy patient was dancing on a yacht.
With his shirt off.
Champagne in one hand.
A bikini model in the other.
And the man dancing?
My husband.
The same husband who was supposedly dying of cancer.
My phone slipped from my hand.
The video kept playing.
Ryan laughed as music blasted around him.
The woman wrapped her arms around his neck.
Then she kissed him.
Hard.
The people filming cheered.
Someone shouted:
"To the best fake cancer story ever!"
Everyone laughed.
Including Ryan.
I couldn't breathe.
For eight months, I had worked three jobs.
Three.
I sold my mother's jewelry.
Refinanced my house.
Drained my retirement account.
I spent every dollar trying to save my husband's life.
And now...
He was partying in the Caribbean.
Cancer-free.
Because he never had cancer.
The video ended.
Another immediately started.
This one was worse.
Ryan looked directly at the camera.
Raised his champagne glass.
And said:
"My wife actually believes I'm getting chemo right now."
The yacht exploded with laughter.
A woman kissed his cheek.
Ryan grinned.
"Poor Sarah."
My knees gave out.
I collapsed onto the kitchen floor.
The phone slipped from my fingers.
The room spun.
Then another voice appeared in the video.
A female voice.
Young.
Beautiful.
Cruel.
"Are you finally going to divorce her?"
Ryan laughed.
"No."
"Why not?"
May you like
His answer shattered me.
"Because she's still got money."
