I Mirrored My Wife's Betrayal , And She ShatteredChapter 1
Melanie Summers brought her paralyzed childhood friend home to take care of him, putting him first in everything.
She didn't care how I felt. She even made me wash his feet, empty his bedpan, and clean up after him.
Six months later.
I brought home a homeless disabled girl.
"She has mental health issues and no one to look after her. She'd get hurt out there on her own. I couldn't just leave her."
Melanie, who always preached about being generous, lost it.
"Valentine Gilbert! Have you lost your mind?!"
"You brought another woman home? A mentally ill one, no less? Are you really that desperate?"
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I met Melanie's interrogation-room glare with a frown.
"Can you drop the filthy assumptions? Can you show a shred of compassion? Would you rather stand by and watch a living, breathing person die?"
Six months ago, Melanie's childhood friend Boyd James was in a car accident. She spent a full month at the hospital caring for him, then insisted on bringing him home.
I objected.
Melanie shot back, "Boyd has no one else in this city. I can't just abandon him."