Seven Years of Love, Traded for One Night

On our wedding anniversary, my wife claimed she had left an important document at her childhood home.

Without hesitation, I drove back to retrieve it. But halfway there, my phone rang; it was my mother. Her voice trembled as she told me that my father had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and needed 300,000 dollars for emergency surgery.

Panic gripped me. My hands shook as I dialed my wife, desperate for help only to be coldly hung up.

Her childhood friend posted a photo of a cake worth 200,000 dollars with the caption on social media. [A token from my childhood sweetheart.