The Ice Water That Woke Me My Husband's Deadly BetrayalChapter 1
I was Derek Welch's "fragile glass wife"—the one he cradled in his palms like something precious. I was also his family's death warrant.
To pay for my treatment, Derek had sold one of his kidneys.
On New Year's Eve, the house sat cold and empty, thick with the smell of medicine. My mother-in-law dabbed at her tears and asked:
"Alex, tell me honestly—when spring comes, will you still be here?"
Derek lost it. He smashed the medicine pot against the wall, pulled me into his arms, and swore no one would take me from him.
But on the fifth day of the new year—the day to welcome the God of Wealth—I made the mistake of mentioning that my wound had split open again.
Derek's face twisted into something I'd never seen before. He sneered and hurled a basin of ice water over me.
"You're overacting, Alex. You think I don't know you're running an insurance scam?"
"Trying to help your deadbeat brother turn his life around? You'd really jinx yourself like that?"
"You want to die so bad? Fine. I'll help you. If you're not dead by tonight, I'll be disappointed."