My wife was sick.

I had just married my wife. I loved her so much. Vicky was everything. Our parents didn't like that we were together but we didn't care. We were in love, and so we got married at sunset in San Diego, where she had grown up. Our friends came but not our parents. It didn't really matter though. We didn't need their money to help us with the marriage, my wife is very well off, and I'm not doing too bad myself. The first few weeks of marriage were amazing. We treasured every moment of it. But then on the sixteenth of June, everything turned bad. My wife found a lump on the underside of her breast. We immediately went to the doctors, and they said they caught it too late and it had spread to her brain. We were devastated. We cried for what seemed like hours. My beautiful wife lost all her hair and was being bombarded by radiation and chemo. I stayed with her at the hospital for 80% of the day. My office paid me while I was gone, God bless them. I assumed hers did too she got a letter from them and said they were. She didn't want me to worry... Then she started getting real bad. That cough. It was heartbreaking. The doctor said she only had about a week left to live. I cried my fucking eyes out. For that week I spent every second with her. On the night of July 2nd she passed. I cried so fucking much. I lifted her up and found that letter. The letter that said her work would pay her during sick leave. I opened it up. Then my heart broke even more. We would not have the money to pay for our bills. She hadn't been getting paid sick leave. On the letter it read 3 words: Victoria, you're fired.