Neglected Wife, Dying Vengeance

For seven years, I was the perfect wife to a man who saw me as the hired help, and a mother to a son he treated like a stranger.

On our son's fifth birthday, my husband came home with another woman's child.

He smiled a smile I hadn't seen in years and introduced me.

"This is Chelsey," he said. "She's the housekeeper."

Soon after, I was diagnosed with terminal leukemia. My own family's reaction was to demand I divorce my husband so he could marry his true love and secure their business merger.