I Told My Husband I Was Ill and Might Lose My Ability to Walk – He Left Me Immediately, Not Knowing How Much He Would Soon Regret It

If you want it, I’ll do the referral and take care of everything else.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Relief washed over me, flooding my senses, but it was quickly overtaken by something else. A simmering, white-hot anger.

Tyler had left me over nothing. All that pain, all that heartbreak… none of it had been necessary. And what did that say about him?

I hung up, already scheduling an appointment with Dr. Duncan to sort out my calcium issues. I felt a strange mix of freedom and clarity.

This wasn’t just about me being healthy. My husband had shown me who he truly was, and there was no going back. I imagined him sitting on the beach, looking at the water and doing everything but care about me.

About two weeks later, life threw me yet another twist. My grandmother passed away, leaving Audrey and me with everything she had. Before I knew it, a substantial inheritance was in my bank account.

My gran had always been there for Audrey and me, encouraging us to live our lives how we wanted. Now, with this money, I could finally break free from the life I’d been clinging to. I wasn’t just healthy.

I was independent. I had the resources to build a life that was entirely my own. Without Tyler.

Then, like clockwork, Tyler came crawling back. One evening, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find a disheveled Tyler holding a half-wilted bouquet of grocery store flowers.

He forced a sheepish smile, one he probably thought would melt my heart. Instead, I rolled my eyes. “Em,” he started.

“Can we talk?”

“What would you possibly have to say to me?” I asked. “Look, I panicked. I thought… I thought you’d be sick forever, and I didn’t know how to handle it.

But I love you.”

“You mean you love me? Or you love that you heard about my grandmother’s inheritance?”

The color drained from his face. “I don’t care about money, Emily.

I just missed you.”

“Go back to the blonde on the beach,” I said. I stepped back, letting him stumble over his words as he tried to explain himself. When he finally paused, I rolled my eyes again.

“Do you remember what you said to me that night you left? About needing a vibrant wife? Yeah… nope.

That’s not me.”

I opened the door wider, motioning for him to leave. “I’ll send over the divorce papers. I’ll send them to your office.”

Over the next few months, I poured myself into the projects I’d always dreamed of pursuing.

I traveled, started painting, and made new friends. Life was going to be better now, without Tyler and his dead weight. What would you have done?