The Cost of Love

In the third year of our marriage, my husband's first love got a divorce. He gave her the forty-five thousand dollars we had saved for a house because she was left with nothing and struggling to make ends meet.

I urged him to ask for the money back, but he pointed at my face and angrily shouted, "You used to be so gentle and virtuous—what happened? Why are you so selfish, so shallow now?"

"Is forty-five thousand dollars really worth you making a fuss over?"

"Chloe is starting over with nothing, raising a child on her own. Don't you feel any sympathy for her?"

Fine. He was noble, he was merciful.

I did not argue further, because the one who needed money for cancer treatment was him, not me.

The day I was supposed to pay for some tests at the hospital, I found out that the 45,000 dollars we had been saving for a house had disappeared from my bank account. That was three years of mine and my husband's hard work, gone.

Panicked, I called my husband, Francis Lewis, right away to see if he knew anything about the missing money.

Francis kept dodging my questions, but after my persistent pressing, he finally spilled the beans.

"Chloe's divorced. She's got nothing to her name, and with a kid to care for, I lent her the cash to get by."

Chloe Blake was his high school sweetheart. She left Francis when he was at his lowest, only to marry a wealthy man.

Every time he spoke about her, I could tell he was still bitter, complaining that she never appreciated how much he cared.

However, since Chloe was single again, Francis sang a different tune.

I let out a heavy sigh and glanced at the medical report in my hand. "Just make sure you get our money back. We'll talk about everything else when you get home tonight.

It was dark by the time I returned home that evening. Francis was on the couch with a bruise on his lip, puffing on a cigarette.

The whole place reeked of smoke.

I scrunched up my nose and asked, "What happened to your lip?"

Francis touched his lip, his eyes darting away. "Took a tumble."

I just nodded, not really buying it, and watched him light up another one. "You know, you really should quit smoking. It's not good for you. Also, did you get the money back?"

He rolled his eyes, lay back on the couch, and said, "I didn't ask for it. Let's just say that forty-five grand was for a good cause."

"What?!"

I dropped my bag on a chair, shaking with rage.

"Francis, you need to get our money back now! We saved that money together, and I'm entitled to my half. You can't just hand it over to her.

"Don't think I can't see what you're up to. Do you really think Chloe's going to come running back to you if you shower her with money?"