All Out of Love
My wife, Ally Martin, is a CEO who's convinced that every man who married her only wanted her money. Any expense of mine over a hundred dollars has to go through her for approval first.
I loved her enough to become the man standing quietly behind her empire.
But the day I got into a car accident, she turned down my three-thousand-dollar surgery request.
"Do you have any idea how many people live on three thousand dollars a month? I don't make money so you can leech off me!"
The surgery came too late. My hand was left permanently disabled.
I'd only just come off the operating table when her childhood friend, freshly back from abroad, posted on Instagram. The photo showed off a watch wort