The So-Called Unattainable, and the Abyss of Human Greed

Three years since Sabrina Blake and I remarried. She cut off all contact with other men of her own accord, reported every little thing to me. Even my one and only good brother couldn't help remarking: "Man, this is really something. You've finally come through the hard times to the good." Until my mother's funeral. My wife, who had been unable to conceive for years, suddenly handed me a medical report in front of everyone: