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On National Splurge Day, my spouse emptied our savings account to purchase a luxury vehicle for her former flame, who had recently returned from overseas. She failed to realize that those funds were meant to save our child's life.
Despite my frantic appeals, the medical center agreed to treat our daughter initially, but it was too late. That very evening, my wife shared an update on her social media:
[It's so wonderful to be indulged. After all this time, I can finally focus on myself.]
The post was accompanied by an image of a lavish hotel room, with the bed adorned in presents.
My world crumbled as I pushed our daughter's lifeless body into the morgue.

Wife's Lavish Betrayal Costs Daughter's Life

My statement seemed to strike a chord with Nora, and her gaze momentarily clouded. But she quickly composed herself.


"Is it so wrong to want to live for myself? I didn't wish for our daughter's death either. I'm her mother too." As she spoke, tears gathered at the edges of her eyes, but I found her present sorrow unconvincing.


I had no patience for her justifications. "Don't sicken me further! You're unfit to be a parent. Even if our daughter were still here, even if you refused to end our marriage, I wouldn't allow her to remain in your care."


Nora delicately dabbed at her eyes and murmured, "Perhaps we were never destined to coexist in the same world."


She then entered our daughter's bedroom, shutting the door behind her.


My resentment over my child's passing intensifies daily. To retaliate against Nora, I position myself outside our daughter's room each day, recounting the various ways Nora mistreated her. But Nora remains mute, behaving as if she can't hear my words.


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