My husband was suffering from terminal liver cancer, a fate worse than death, but I refused to pay for his surgery.
As he groaned in agony on his hospital bed, I walked over, slapped him twice, and scalded his tongue with boiling water so he couldn't cry for help.
The nurses and doctors couldn't bear to watch, telling me to have some conscience and act like a decent human being.
My relatives ripped into me, but I just pretended to be sorry while secretly transferring all our assets.
The night before my husband's surgery, I made off with the 500,000 meant for the operation and ran off with my first love.
Overnight, the hashtag #CruelWifeStealsHusbandsLifeSavingMoneyToElopeWithFirstLove went viral.
From Germany, I sipped red wine and cursed out everyone online.
"So what if my husband's dying? Am I supposed to save him? Why can't my first love and I live it up with this money abroad? You're all a bunch of nosy losers! Get lost!"
