I Paid for His Degree, He Dumped Me

I gave up my own college dreams just so Ethan Miller could get his PhD.

During the day, I delivered food on my scooter. At night, I worked as a mall janitor. I survived on only four hours of sleep a day.

Because of the physical exhaustion, I suffered two miscarriages.

Eventually, I developed severe reproductive health issues and had to have half of my uterus removed.

Finally, Ethan graduated. He landed a high-paying job at a listed company with a six-figure salary.

He promised to give me a grand wedding.