My Blood Buried Her Lies

After I refused to help my childhood friend use connections to get a backdoor promotion, he stormed off in his car to cool down—and got hit by a semi.

When my wife found out, she beat me bloody. Depression swallowed her whole, and then came the cancer diagnosis.

Guilt drove me to quit my job. I went home to care for her, let her humiliate me, hit me, even let my dead friend's buddies take their revenge.

To pay for her treatment, I sold the apartment. Then the car. Still not enough.