She Died in Your Equation
Language: en
My husband is a world-class actuary. His time is valued at five thousand dollars an hour. Every single thing I ever asked of him had to be paid for in "equal labor exchange." Even when we were intimate, the second the timer went off, he would pull away without a shred of hesitation. Our social circle used to joke about it. They said a million dollars couldn’t buy you time, but it could buy my marriage to Declan. Until this morning. I was trapped in another state by a sudden, violent storm. My mother suffered a massive heart attack, and I called him, sobbing, begging him to go to the…