Karmic Desert: The Cheating Wife's Fatal Mistake
My parents were stranded in the middle of a blistering desert—no water, temperatures through the roof—while my wife, Michelle Reid, was three miles away building a splash park for her buddy Teddy Williams's dog.
By the time I found them, they had already died of thirst. Their bodies were decomposing in the sun.
I called Michelle, livid.
She brushed it off like it was nothing.
"I told you I was in a meeting. They're just lacking a little water. Relax."
Then she added, "If they're still alive, don't give them any water. Let Teddy 'stumble' onto them during his livestream—he can hand them a bottle on camera. It'll be great for his numbers."
She paused awhile before continuing, "And if they're already dead? Say Teddy found them. Makes his survivalist act look more legit."
I laughed—because every word out of her mouth was for Teddy.
But she didn't realize: the ones who died of thirst were her parents—my in-laws.