Husband's Obsession Costs Mom's Life

Meanwhile, a woman wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup strolled over, exuding an aura of trouble. She was clearly not someone to be trusted. I had argued with Gianni more times than I could remember.

"That Ryleigh woman is nothing but trouble. Are you blind?" I said to Gianni, exasperated.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he shot back. "She’s had a hard life, working to pay her family's medical bills all on her own. You just judge based on appearances."

No matter how much evidence I presented about Ryleigh's true background, Gianni refused to listen.

"Ryleigh doesn’t have a sick brother at all. In fact, there's a guy back home who sends her money every month."

But I was too tired to argue anymore. I just needed the evidence.

"I'm sorry for making you come out again, Gianni," Ryleigh murmured, cozying up to his arm as if she might kiss him.

"No worries, I just didn’t want you feeling down, so I rushed to bring you the money," Gianni replied with a grin.

"Gianni, you're the best. Mwah." Their flirtation continued, and I could see Gianni struggling to keep his hands at bay. Just then, Ryleigh pulled away slightly, indicating that he should hand over more cash.

With exaggerated flair, Gianni pulled out a roll of bills and set it on the table. "Don't worry, I’d never joke about Ryleigh's family."

Watching him, I couldn't help but scoff. He had money to waste on her, yet none for his own mother's funeral.

The lawyer had advised that for the evidence to hold up, I needed to get Gianni on record, so I pushed aside my disgust and gave him a call.

He hung up immediately.

I kept dialing until he answered, clearly irritated. "Are you out of your mind? I told you, it's a blessing your mom's gone. Don't expect me to spend a dime on her."

I kept my cool. "Gianni, I've said it before, that was your mother. She died because you wasted the money she needed for treatment. Where are you now, and where’s the money gone?"

"Your mother is none of my business. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean she’s my mom. I gave the money to Ryleigh. What are you gonna do about it, kill me?"

Gianni slammed the phone down, his words only strengthening my resolve. With this conversation, I finally had the evidence I needed.

"Gianni, who was that?" Ryleigh asked sweetly after the call ended.

"No one, just an old nag," Gianni dismissed me.

"Gianni, still, you should listen to your wife. Maybe take the money back, so she doesn't get upset," Ryleigh said, shifting in his embrace.

"If only she were as reasonable as you, Ryleigh. She can't touch the money I give you. You're the best," Gianni replied as they left the nightclub hand in hand, their intentions all too clear.