My husband may have been poor, but he loved me dearly. He became a cripple trying to save me, so I worked myself to the bone to support him, holding down three jobs a day until I was vomiting blood from a stomach hemorrhage. But I never imagined he’d been faking his disability to deceive me. He wasn’t poor at all. He was the richest man in Haicheng, and he could casually transfer four million to the woman he’d always loved.
