Husband Spent Our Savings on His Affair—What He Found When He Came Home Left Him Speechless

My husband drained our retirement account for his mistress while I fought cancer. He spent our fifteen years of savings on luxury hotels and diamond jewelry—for her. When he finally came home from their Aspen getaway, he found something that left him speechless: not a broken wife begging him to stay, but a transformed home and the financial reckoning he never saw coming.
The terminal diagnosis came on a Tuesday. Stage three breast cancer, the doctor had said, her voice gentle but firm. I'd need aggressive treatment. Surgery. Chemotherapy. My chances were good, but the road would be hard. I remembered nodding, my mind already racing ahead to practical matters—insurance paperwork, medical leave from my job, how to tell my friends and family.
But most of all, I thought about Dean. My husband of seventeen years. My rock. The man who'd promised in sickness and in health.
"Don't worry," I told the doctor with a certainty I didn't truly feel. "I have an amazing support system."
That night, I sat at our kitchen island, a glass of untouched wine before me, waiting for Dean to come home so I could tell him. I'd rehearsed the words a dozen times. I'd even prepared for his shock, his fear—emotions I was still grappling with myself.
What I hadn't prepared for was his distraction.