The Philanthropist's Wife Takes A Stand
Our daughter was diagnosed with a genetic illness. To save her, my husband founded a charity in her name.
To raise the funds, he pushed himself to the brink—working three hundred days straight, surviving on three hours of sleep a night. His relentless drive moved countless people. The media hailed him as "Father of the Year."
Everyone congratulated me on having such a devoted partner.
Then came the day he rallied the entire nation, securing pledges for millions in donations to fund our daughter's cure. At the gala, with over ten million dollars moments from being transferred, I suddenly hit the pause button.
"And now, we'll take a brief intermission for a signing," I announced.
The room erupted. They shouted at me, called me selfish, a monster.
My husband stared at me, utterly stunned. "Have you lost your mind? Children around the world are waiting on this money to survive! What in God's name are you talking about?"
I lifted my gaze to meet his. "A divorce agreement."