My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 12

My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 12

As the video neared its end, the screen went black.

I heard him say, very softly, “If you have time, you can think

about me, too.”

A few seconds later, he added in a low voice, “No, forget it.”

“I’m not a good person, either.”

The video started to loop.

At the same time, a series of Zelle deposit notifications lit up

my phone.

Each one had a memo.

Greer’s Travel Fund.

Greer’s Business Fund.

Greer’s Health Fund.

Greer’s Living Expenses.

Greer’s Retirement Fund.

Tears fell onto the white bedsheet, one drop after another.

Eighteen-year-old Malachi was gentle, handsome, and unfailingly polite.

To everyone else, he was the kind of golden boy who could

do no wrong.

But whenever it came to me, he became obsessive.

If anyone caused me the slightest pain, he would make them pay it back double.

Even if that person was himself.

He would leave himself no way out.