Cheating Husbands are Cancer
That was my duty, as his wife of ten years.
When he came to, he just stared up at the ceiling for a long while, without making a sound.
I peeled and cut an apple, then pressed a slice against the corner of his lips. At last, he stirred—but all he did was flinch aside, with a vehemence which suggested he was deeply upset with me.
"You already knew, didn't you?" he hissed.
"About what? That you lied about having late-stage cancer, in the hopes that I'd cede everything to you after we got divorced? Or perhaps you're talking about the mistress you've been keeping hidden at your mom's place—the one you knocked up?"