Home Entertainment Game Technology I wrote a $500,000 check for my son’s wedding.But his pregnant bride didn’t look at my son when I handed her the deed. She looked straight at my wife. Two days later, the restaurant manager called me, and whispered, “You need to see this immediately. Come alone. And whatever you do, do not tell your wife.” My blood ran cold. And the secret behind it shattered my world.

I needed to give her exactly what she wanted. I needed to die.

It happened on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. Eleanor and I were in the grand living room. She was reading a novel by the fireplace; I was sitting in my leather armchair, supposedly sipping my spiked smoothie.

I let the glass slip from my fingers. It shattered on the Persian rug, splashing green liquid everywhere.

I gasped sharply, clutching my chest, and threw myself

forward. I hit the floor hard, making sure my shoulder took the brunt of the impact. I let out a choked groan and let my limbs go entirely slack, staring blankly at the intricate patterns of the rug.

Eleanor did not scream. She did not drop her book in a panic.

I heard the soft rustle of pages closing. Slowly, her footsteps approached. She stood over me, her shadow falling across my face.

“Richard?” she asked, her tone conversational, as if asking if I wanted more tea.