I had been with Nora for five years, loving her every step of the way. She ignored me, and I thought that if I swallowed my pride, I could keep our family together. I was wrong.
Six months ago, our daughter was diagnosed with congenital heart disease, and the doctor warned us she could be in danger at any moment. I sold the car, scraped together enough money for the surgery, and then Nora went and spent it all on June 18th, maxing out our account to buy a car for her first love.
She knew that money was supposed to save our daughter!
When I got home, Nora was sitting in front of the mirror, putting on makeup. Our daughter was dead, and she was still getting dolled up. She jumped when she saw me in the mirror.
“Ian, why didn’t you knock? You scared me,” she said.
“This is my home,” I replied calmly. “Why should I knock? Or is there something you don’t want me to see?”
Nora’s face instantly hardened.
“You’re getting bold, Ian. How dare you talk to me like that?”
I kept my cool and asked, “Does Julian still like that car?”
Nora’s eyes flickered, and then she snapped back with a defensive tone.