My Husband Donates To An Influencer

My husband was tall and handsome, but he had no money to pay his debts.

During the five years of our marriage, I sold my house and car for him.

We then moved to a dark and humid basement that was only 300 square feet in size.

When I got pregnant, I wanted to go for checkups, but he said that there was no need for it, as it was a waste of money.

So I gave birth to a baby with a congenital heart condition.

In order to get the money for his surgery, I worked three jobs every day.

At that time, I noticed that my husband bought a mansion worth 40 million dollars for an influencer, and I finally realized that my husband was no orphan, but the son of the richest man in the country.

“Mom, it’s Dad.”

My son, Nathan Lewis, pointed at something. I looked over and saw someone familiar.

I was stunned.

I saw my husband, Silas Lewis, get out of a Porsche. He wore high-end branded clothes, and every move he made exuded regality.

A beautifully dressed woman got down from the front passenger’s seat.

I had seen her before. Her name was Spring Taylor, and she had many fans simply because she was pretty.

Silas put an arm around Spring’s waist and walked past Nathan and me.

Nathan wanted to call out to him, but I covered his mouth.

Spring smiled and said sweetly, “Mr. Lewis, are you serious? Are you really going to give me that mansion even though it costs 40 million dollars?”

Silas ducked his head and said, “I’m not giving it to you for free. You’ll have to keep me company at night.”

Spring punched him lightly. “You’re incorrigible.”

When I saw this, I hurriedly covered Nathan’s eyes, but my heart clenched. It felt as if someone had torn into it.

Once Silas was far away, Nathan asked, “Mom, why didn’t you greet Dad? Who was the lady beside him?”

I held back my tears and said, “That’s not Dad.”

But I knew that the man was indeed my husband.

He did not even bat an eyelid when he spent 40 million dollars on that influencer.

Meanwhile, his own son had been diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, and his surgery cost 50 thousand dollars.

I had worked so hard for so long, and I still did not manage to get that 50 thousand dollars.

I felt as if a huge stone was weighing down on my heart, and I could not breathe.

I met Silas while traveling. I fell in love with him at first sight, and we married shotgun.

After we got married, I learned that his mother passed away when he was young, and his father had borrowed a lot of money in Silas’s name.

So, I sold my house and car to help clear some of his debt for him.

Even so, that hole was not completely filled.

Hence, over the past five