We had what everyone called “the perfect marriage.”
Or so I thought.
Fifteen years. Three beautiful children. A house built from scratch. A life full of memories.
Her name was Sandra. My high school sweetheart. The woman I believed God had sent just for me.
When I finally secured a good job, I thought it was time to reward her loyalty. We married, had kids, built a family that I thought was unbreakable.
Every day, I looked at my children with pride. Their smiles were my motivation to work harder. I would have given my life for them — for her.
It started with a routine hospital visit. Our youngest daughter fell ill. The doctors requested for. Don’t scroll past—click here now to read the full story from start to finish!
