The Grieving Me Is Just a Clown

Summary

My wife’s whole family was dying from pufferfish poisoning. The only antidote was made by her company.

After 99 calls, she finally answered, annoyed: “Why are you blowing up my phone over one dance with Leo?”

I begged her to bring the antidote—her parents and brother’s family were dying.

But she gave it all to her first love, Leo, whose family was also poisoned.

“They’re my assets. I decide,” she said coldly. “If your family died, that’s their bad luck.”

She showed no remorse and even signed a settlement for me, protecting those responsible.