My Husband Left Me for His Mistress After 36 Years, But a Pop up Message from His Smartwatch Turned the Tables

I wasn’t leaving. I called 911, because no matter Troy’s feelings, I wouldn’t let him die.

The next day, we arrived at the hospital. Troy had barely survived. His heart had slowed dangerously. Without the ambulance, he wouldn’t have made it.

When we saw him, Troy’s eyes widened. He apologized, saying, “You saved my life.”

Then he explained what happened. Alicia’s workout plan was killing him. Instead of getting stronger, he was weakening. She wanted him dead for his money.

Troy was filled with regret. “Can you ever forgive me?” he asked.

I nodded. “Only if you remove her from your will.”

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