Farewell to This World, No More in the Next
Language: en
Weston Croft attracted chaos, chiefly through his ex-wife. In our five-year marriage, she had nine near-death episodes. First, kidney failure—she skipped dialysis to chase a pop star. I gave her a kidney, then nearly died from an anesthesia allergy. Later, she took up street racing and crashed, needing a massive transfusion; Weston drained me almost dry. Over those years, I deteriorated from healthy to a frail invalid. The ninth time, she bungee-jumped over a hundred times until her heart gave out. Weston knelt before me, trembling and in tears. “Lena,” he pleaded, “Iris saved my life. I…