The Savior and the Jinx
My wife Susan had the power to save lives, but when our son was rushed to the ICU and needed her help, she refused no matter how much I begged.
While I was crying myself hoarse when I received news that our son was dead, I heard her purring over the phone, "Mark? Don't worry, your puppy's way more important. Of course I'll save it."
There was a limit to her power that she could only use it once a month, but she nonchalantly used it for Mark's pet dog!
Shaking with rage, I seized her by the collar and bellowed, "We're talking about a human life here, and your son at that! But an animal is worth more than that?!"
Susan shook me off, smirking in disdain. "Mark has always been by himself—is there a problem that I took his side? And what could happen to our son when he has his daddy? Stop giving me that attitude!"
Just two hours later, Mark posted on social media a photo of him with Susan kissing his pet dog together, with the smug caption: [Who had bet that a son matters more than a dog? Know when you're beaten. Now pay up!]
So he had a bet with someone that Susan would choose his dog!
Worst of all, Susan lovingly replied: [If Mark wants to win, I'll always be there for him.]
Even as I felt heartrending pain, I was laughing coldly as I sent my own reply.
[If you all love to bet so much, why not bet when you're gonna drop dead?]