"Holding the diagnosis confirming I have Alzheimer's, I stood on the edge of the rooftop, ready to kill myself, when I heard my husband and a woman laughing and flirting:
“Thank goodness you switched Heyue's medication for neurotoxin. She can barely remember her own name now.”
“Darling, hurry up and get her to sign over her property and transfer her shares before Friday. We don't want anything to delay taking her to Phoenix Mountain this weekend to feed the wild bears.”
A sharp pain stabbed through my heart. I dug my nails into the wall until they broke.
Three years of marriage, and in the end, I'd given my heart to the wrong man.
I steeled myself and called my sworn enemy:
“Do you have room at your compound for two more? One man, one woman. It's urgent.”"
