The Life I Chose After Her

All because my wife said she had no nice fabric to make clothes with.

I started shining shoes every day after my shift at the steel mill.

Later, she quit my mill job on my behalf without asking me. She said she hated seeing me work so hard.

But that day, her first love came to my stand. He planted his foot on my shoulder and said with a grin,

“Thanks to Emily getting me that job at the mill, things are finally looking up.”

I looked up at his clothes and froze. They were made from the expensive fabric I had bought my wife—the fabric that had cost me my entire paycheck.