A Moment of Difference

After five years of wedded life, my health took a turn for the worse, eventually confining me to my bed.

As I lay there, on the brink of death, I saw my husband, John Black, who was often lauded for his devotion and love for his wife. He was barely able to contain his eagerness for me to pass, taking out his phone to speak to someone on the other end, "Sherry, our plan has come to fruition. After six long years, that wretched woman is finally gone. Once the formalities are settled, I'll inherit her estate. Then, our family of three can be reunited!"