I Handed My Husband $85K to Save His Daughter After a Bike Accident — What He Really Did With the Money Broke Me

“She’s getting better! She’s shy about her limp and doesn’t want people to see her struggle.”

I nodded, but something felt wrong. Every time I saw Sienna, she seemed fine.

Maybe a slight limp, but she was running around, climbing playground equipment, and laughing with other kids. When I mentioned this to Reginald, he’d get defensive. “She pushes through the pain because she’s brave.

The doctors say she’s overdoing it, which could hurt her leg more later on.”

When I asked about visiting the clinic, he’d shut me down right away. “They have strict rules about non-parents being there. Besides, Sienna gets nervous around new people during sessions.”

When I suggested we all have dinner to celebrate her progress, he’d make excuses.

“She’s worn out after therapy days. Maybe next week.”

But next week never came. The breaking point came on a Tuesday afternoon when my boss sent me home early with a headache.

I used my key quietly, not wanting to wake Reginald if he was resting. As I passed the spare room we used as an office, I stopped. Reginald sat at the desk with his back to me, carefully counting thick stacks of cash.Continue reading…