After Giving My Kidney to My Wife, She Chose Someone Else

On the day my ex-wife Natalie, a renowned perfumer, announced her engagement, we crossed paths again at an upscale club.

Five years had passed. She had become a millionaire, while I, driven by desperate circumstances, had taken a job as a male escort at the club.

Her fiancé, intent on humiliating me, dangled $200,000 as bait, challenging me to compete with a dog for food.

Natalie watched as I bent down, her lips curling in disdain.

"So, this is the 'better future' you spoke of when you left me? Becoming an escort for others' amusement?"