📕My wife bought a car for her ex with all my money. So, her cancer doesn’t need treatment either

📖 Story Synopsis:
When I discovered that the five hundred thousand I had scraped together and borrowed had been reduced to just two hundred and fifty dollars in my bank account, I was completely stunned. I was about to call the police right then and there.
But my wife immediately grabbed my phone and threw it on the floor, her face full of disdain as she said, "Stop overreacting. I sent the money to Makoto."
I asked her angrily why she had sent money to her childhood friend.
She replied, "Makoto's company is just starting out. He needs a good car to make a good impression. How else is he supposed to do business?"
"And didn’t you say before that your money is my money, so I can spend it however I want?"
I stared at my wife, both familiar and unfamiliar to me in that moment, speechless.
Because that five hundred thousand was supposed to be her lifeline.
Without the money, it wouldn't be me who died — it would be her.