Dead for Her Love
My wife, Christine Leigh, forced me to the brink of death all for her first love, Henry Carson.
To give him a liver transplant, she sent me to the surgery table.
I told her I had cancer and that the doctors had advised against the surgery. She just looked at me with an undisguised contempt, "Jason Lowe, stop with your petty tricks. Don't forget, you owe our family your life!"
I lowered my head and smiled bitterly.
I never left the surgery table.