The Birthday That Buried Us

"On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together.But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her.I stopped him and begged him not to go.Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!"My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot.Just like that, my mom died on my birthday.I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.]Mike had liked it.My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]"