My Wife Paid for My Death
I won eight million overnight.
The first thing I did was rush to the hospital to pay for my son's surgery and treatment.
That was when my phone rang. Ian, a coworker from the company, called, "Something urgent came up! You need to get back here right this instant!"
My wife, Mara, took the bank card from my hand, and said with an gentle and understanding voice, "You can give me the PIN. I'll take care of our son's hospital bills. Go. Work is important. Don't worry about us."
In my previous life, I didn't hesitate one bit. I trusted her completely and hurried back to the office.
My son never made it into surgery.
Instead, the police came for me. It turned out that Mara and Ian had consp