They made it to Mayo Clinic just in time. The doctor reviewed the charts and gave a slight nod.“She’s gonna be okay,” he said. “As long as we start treatment immediately.”Nathan felt a wave of relief — but it was short-lived. His mind was already racing. His wife’s life was on the line, and now the cost of saving it was staring him in the face, too.About half an hour later, a nurse came by and asked Nathan to step into the doctor’s office.“Good afternoon, Doctor,” Nathan said, trying to keep his voice steady.“Good afternoon, sir. Please, have a seat.”Nathan sat, hands clasped tight in his lap.“We’ve stabilized your wife’s condition,” the doctor began. “But she needs surgery. And it has to happen soon.”Nathan nodded slowly. “Okay, Doctor. Whatever it takes.”The doctor slid a folder across the desk. Inside was the bill.$250,000.Nathan blinked. His throat tightened. He stared at the number, trying to act like it didn’t shake him.But it did.He didn’t have that kind of money.
“Dad… Gabriel divorced me,” Samantha said quietly.“What?” Nathan’s voice rose in shock. “What do you mean he divorced you?”Samantha broke down again, tears spilling over. “He accused me of cheating on him… with Clark.”“Clark?” Nathan asked, confused. “Who’s Clark?”“Jake’s friend,” she said through sobs. “The one I told you about before.”“Oh… right. Clark. I remember now.” Nathan leaned in, concern deepening. “So what happened?”“He came by to tell me about a job opening,” she explained. “After everything that happened at Jake’s birthday — the way I was humiliated by Jake and his wife — Clark just wanted to help. I hugged him… and that’s when Gabriel walked in.”She paused, her voice trembling. “He said we were making love. Then he told me to sign divorce papers.”The room went quiet.Only Samantha’s soft crying filled the silence.“Is that all?” Nathan asked quietly.“Yes,” Samantha whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.Nathan paused, then leaned in gently. “It’s okay, my dea
Samantha cried the entire afternoon. By evening, Gabriel still hadn’t come home.She made up her mind, she’d wait for him all night if that’s what it took. Every so often, she went to the window, peering out into the darkness, hoping to see his car. At some point, exhaustion pulled her under.When she woke around two in the morning, the house was still silent. Gabriel hadn’t returned. She broke down again, her tears carrying her straight into dawn.As the first light crept in, a thought struck her. Without hesitation, she went to the kitchen and began preparing his favorite meal. When my husband comes back, he’ll be hungry, she told herself.But the food sat untouched, growing cold.It was late when Gabriel finally walked in, not with a smile, not with an explanation, but with divorce papers in his hand.Before he could take two steps inside, Samantha dropped to her knees. Her face was pale and drawn, her hair messy from a night without rest. She was looking broken.“Gabriel, please,”
Before Gabriel even got home, his phone buzzed with a bank alert — one million dollars had just been deposited into his account.By the time he walked through the door, his mood had shifted.“Welcome,” Samantha said with a warm smile.He handed her the bag of fruit, the perfume, and the body spray without a word. Samantha was happy when he saw the items, whoa! This is nice of you. I love you, my dear. Hugging him on his seat. But then, she noticed that Gabriel was not happy.“Don’t tell me you’re still upset about what happened at that party,” Samantha said, studying his face. “Because the look in your eyes and your mood say it all.”Gabriel didn’t answer. His mind was somewhere else, turning over the thought of how he could end their marriage.A few days later, Clark was driving through the neighborhood. On a whim, he decided to turn toward Samantha’s house before heading home.“Hello, Samantha. Are you at home?” he said over the phone.“Yes,” she replied.“Okay, I’m coming right ove
Samantha and Gabriel got home still burning with anger.“Jake looked me right in the face and insulted me in front of everyone,” Samantha said, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “So this is what it was all along. I thought you had changed, but you’re still the same bad guy I met back on campus.”Gabriel paced the room, his hands on his hips, while Samantha stood facing the wall, her shoulders tense.“How can I be humiliated like this?” she whispered. “God help me not to cross paths with those people again… because if I do, it won’t be a good day at all.”Gabriel stopped pacing and walked up behind her. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “It’s okay, dear,” he said softly. But as he looked closer, he realized she had been crying the whole time.Samantha ended the call and set the phone back on the table. Gabriel was still sitting on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.“That was Clark,” she said quietly.Gabriel looked up. “What did he want?”“He called t
“No problem,” Clark said with a smile. “I’m expecting both of you.”“Alright, bye.”The call ended.The party was already in full swing when Samantha and Gabriel arrived. Music floated through the air, glasses clinked, and laughter rolled from one corner of the room to the other. Clark had gone all out for his birthday. The place was warm, bright, and filled with familiar faces.They mingled quietly, greeting a few people, trying to blend into the crowd. Samantha was happy to see Clark smiling, moving from guest to guest like the perfect host.About an hour in, the room shifted. Heads turned toward the entrance as Jake and Julia walked in. They looked polished, confident, the kind of couple that drew attention without even trying. They made their way around the room, greeting people with hugs and handshakes.But when they reached Samantha and Gabriel, they stopped. Jake’s eyes flicked over them, and without a word, he moved past as if they weren’t even there. Julia followed, her lips