My Wife, The Monster

My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, just died from leukemia.

Grief consumed me, but my wife, Vicky, told me it was the will of fate-the experimental Swiss treatment simply failed.

We buried our sweet girl.

But then, hours later, I overheard Vicky' s voice, surprisingly light, from her study.

She was on a video call, laughing with her best friend, Chloe.

"He' s back, Chloe! Julian! His big project in Dubai went bust."

Vicky giggled, then scoffed, "Honestly, Lily' s illness was such a drain. Julian doesn' t need to know I had a child, especially one so sick."