My wife’s first love developed ALS.
She stayed by his side day and night.
When she learned that our lab had begun the latest clinical trial for ALS, she even threatened to kill herself unless I let him join the trial.
Who knew that before the surgery, her first love would ignore the doctor’s orders and drink some water?
The surgery failed, and he died.
My wife blamed everything on me.
She injected me with massive doses of the experimental drug and even broke my leg with her own hands.
She wouldn’t listen to a word I said. Her eyes were wild with fury. “He was so thirsty and miserable. Why couldn’t he drink some water?”
“Your damn experiment is what killed him!”
When she got a second chance at life, she made sure her first love could never enter the trial.
That is, until another patient succeeded in the clinical trial.
