My daughter was sick, and we were just 30,000 yuan short of the money needed to save her.
My husband looked full of guilt. “I’m sorry, honey. It’s all my fault for being broke. I can’t save our daughter.”
I worked four jobs a day to scrape together enough for her medical bills.
But while working a shift at a restaurant, I saw him splurge on a private dining room and take a female companion out to dinner.
The woman poured him a drink with a beaming smile. “Young Master Lu, you’re so generous. You just spent tens of millions.”
“You could have any woman you wanted. Why marry someone as hopelessly poor as her?”
My husband slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, his eyes full of contempt. “What would you know? There’s something fun about marrying a poor woman like that.”
“Watching her grovel and work herself to the bone over a little money is so entertaining.”
I trembled all over, unable to breathe.
It turned out my husband was a rich young heir who had been pretending to be poor and deceiving me all along.
But he didn’t know that I was the long-lost daughter of the richest man in the country. One word from me could bankrupt his family.
