No More Tears for Him

Five years ago, I gave everything – my dreams, my health, every last penny – to save the man I loved from a fatal heart condition.

I scrubbed pots on double shifts, my hands raw, convinced I was putting my love on the path to recovery.

But his fiancée, Jennifer, had other plans.

She showed him doctored photos, whispered lies, and made it seem like I was selling my body, not my soul, for him.

He believed her instantly, threw the money back in my face, and walked away, spitting that I deserved to rot.