At midnight, my husband made a phone call in the toilet: "Mom, Yuan Xinxin is sick. The surgery costs over ten thousand yuan. That's enough for me to marry a young and beautiful girl."
"Okay, I'll hide the medical bills. When she dies, I can still inherit her fortune."
I held the medical report of my husband's "advanced-stage stomach cancer" in my hand and silently returned to the room.
The next day, my husband bought a bunch of high-tech food and wanted to change the furniture for me.
I also bought him several boxes of cigarettes, alcohol, and carbonated drinks, allowing him to indulge in luxury every day.
Later, he died, and I inherited his fortune.
