Our Son Died While You Bought Your Mistress Diamonds

After marrying my billionaire husband, Marcus, I couldn't even afford to eat.

Because all of his assets were managed by Chloe, his financial advisor and first love.

Every single penny I spent required her prior approval.

Even to buy a box of cold medicine, I had to endure the pain and submit a 1,000-word requisition form first.

I only dared to eat one meal of plain white rice a day, yet Chloe still accused me of wasting money.

Until my son was kidnapped. The kidnappers demanded eight million dollars, threatening to kill him if I didn't pay.