The Night He Made Her Clean Shoes, Her Grandma Died Alone

Synopsis

A week after marrying Jonathan Blake, I listed all the gifts he'd given me on a secondhand site to scrape together the money for my grandmother's emergency surgery. When he returned from his business trip, he slid a velvet box across the table to me. I was confused that it looked exactly like the wedding ring already on my finger. Then he grabbed my wrist. "Emily, are you trying to pass off a fake to me? What do you take me for?" That night, I was the top trending search. Headline: [Mrs. Blake Exposed as Number One Gold Digger, Sells Wedding Ring for a Million." My secondhand account was dug up, and right at the top was the listing for my ring. My mind went blank. My voice shook. "I never sold my ring. That listing wasn't me." He pulled his hand back and looked at me coldly. "The evidence is right there, Emily. You've embarrassed me enough." From that day on, I was known across the city as nothing but a scheming social climber. On our first anniversary, my grandmother was dying. My hands trembling, I called him. "Jonathan, I need sixteen thousand for her surgery. Please..." Through the receiver, I heard a sweet voice: "Jonathan, this necklace is gorgeous." "Buy it if you like it." Then his voice, distant, as he raised his bid on something else. "For money? Ask my secretary, David."