After an argument, my husband abandoned me at a bus stop with nothing but the rain for company. Nearby, an elderly blind woman whispered, “Pretend you’re my granddaughter—my driver will be here soon. Your husband will regret leaving you beside the richest woman in town.” I had no idea then… she wasn’t joking.

The cold rain had already soaked through Emily Carter’s coat by the time her husband, Ryan, slammed the car  door and drove away. His words still echoed—“You’re nothing without me.”

She stood by the empty bus stop, mascara running, heart pounding. Her phone and wallet were gone—left in the car when he’d stormed off after another argument about her “lack of ambition.”