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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.
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I cradled my daughter's remains while waiting for the cremation, but Nora never responded to my calls, even until the last moment. Sixty minutes later, my child was reduced to a small container of ashes.