Five Years of Lies in the Rain

Five years into our marriage, Chris knelt in the pouring rain outside my mansion, soaked to the bone, weeping as she begged me to save her.

She claimed a failed investment had buried her in colossal debt. If I'd just mortgage the historic estate my parents left me, she could weather the storm.

To spare me from her mess, she even suggested a fake divorce, promising we’d remarry once the debt was clear.

My eyes red, I frantically searched for the property deed that night, terrified that a single moment’s delay would push her past her breaking point.