My Wife Told Our Family, “Some People Just Aren’t Worth The Money Anymore,” While Hiding My Cancer Results For Eleven Weeks
Part owner of the gym Renee attended four mornings a week.
The affair appeared to have begun roughly five months earlier.
Before my cough.
That mattered.
Cancer did not create her betrayal.
It created an opportunity inside one already underway.
Roland found the worst piece through records stored on our shared computer.
An email.
Sent from Renee to Curtis one week after my biopsy.
The language was unmistakable.
If the diagnosis became serious, she did not intend to spend money and years “propping up a sick old man” when she could finally build the life she wanted.
Near the end was the phrase.
Some things just aren’t worth the money anymore.
I read it.
Then read it again.
I thought about the coffee maker.
Her hands around mine.
Whatever it is.
We’ll get through it together.
She had already been planning a house with another man.
Cancer simply changed the timetable.
Roland watched me fold the email.
“You don’t need to decide everything today.”
“I already decided the marriage.”
He nodded.
“What about the money?”
“We recover what we can.”
“The business?”
“Protected?”
“Mostly. We’ll make sure.”
“And medical records?”
“I want every call log.”
Roland looked at me carefully.
“Walt, what she did with the clinic is serious.”
“I know.”
“You should not treat this as merely divorce leverage.”
“I’m not.”
He nodded.
That week, I formally re-engaged with Dr. Patel.
Treatment planning started immediately.
I also filed for divorce.
Renee knew neither fact.
Not yet.
