I Mirrored My Wife's Betrayal , And She ShatteredChapter 1

Melanie Summers brought her paralyzed childhood friend home to take care of him, putting him first in everything.

She didn't care how I felt. She even made me wash his feet, empty his bedpan, and clean up after him.

Six months later.

I brought home a homeless disabled girl.

"She has mental health issues and no one to look after her. She'd get hurt out there on her own. I couldn't just leave her."

Melanie, who always preached about being generous, lost it.

"Valentine Gilbert! Have you lost your mind?!"

"You brought another woman home? A mentally ill one, no less? Are you really that desperate?"

...

I met Melanie's interrogation-room glare with a frown.

"Can you drop the filthy assumptions? Can you show a shred of compassion? Would you rather stand by and watch a living, breathing person die?"

Six months ago, Melanie's childhood friend Boyd James was in a car accident. She spent a full month at the hospital caring for him, then insisted on bringing him home.

I objected.

Melanie shot back, "Boyd has no one else in this city. I can't just abandon him."