The Birthday Party Bought With My Daughter's Life

My wife, Heather Conner, secretly steals the funds I've saved up for our daughter, Naomi Hartman's surgery. After that, she books a high-class hotel for Jared Winters, the low-income student she has been sponsoring, just so she can celebrate his birthday with him.

When I find out about it, I demand that Heather return all the money to me. But she slaps me immediately and blames me and Naomi for causing her trouble on purpose.

"This is the first birthday Jared and I are celebrating together! Since it's such a big day, it's only natural that I hold it in a grand and lavish manner!

"Instead, you two insist on undergoing that stupid surgery just when I've booked the hotel instead of scheduling it at any other time! You really are vile!

"I've already inquired with the doctor about the surgery. Turns out it's completely optional! I might as well put the money to good use by giving Jared an unforgettable birthday instead of having you waste it on a useless surgery!

"Even if Naomi does end up dying, that means she's fated to die anyway! You can't blame anyone for her death!"

Heather just abandons Naomi, who's still fighting for her life. She then drives Jared to the hotel, where they spend the night watching a beautiful fireworks display.

With 12 critical notices issued by the doctor in my hand, I kneel before Monica Brown, the richest woman in the city.

"I'm willing to marry into your family as long as you pay me 35 thousand dollars' worth of wedding gifts!"

My daughter, Naomi Hartman, suffered sudden heart failure and needed immediate surgery.

I bolted home and asked my wife, Heather Conner, for the bank card where I had been saving money for Naomi's surgery. I had been depositing money into that account every month, so there should have been at least 13 thousand dollars in there, excluding interest.

Heather was squatting on the balcony, hand-washing underwear for Jared Winters, the impoverished college student she had been sponsoring.

When I asked for the card, she tossed the underwear into the basin, frowned, and spat, "No money!

"A regular surgery costs a few thousand dollars at most, so what surgery is that, costing more than ten thousand dollars?

"Jared's birthday is coming up in a few days. I booked a birthday package for him at a hotel, so the card's empty.

"This isn't Naomi's first episode either, so get the doctor to prescribe some pills and stop being dramatic."

I fixed her with a deadly stare and gritted my teeth as I demanded she cancel the birthday package. She had to get the money back for Naomi's surgery.

But she insisted Naomi's condition wasn't serious at all and that surgery was unnecessary.

While we fought, Jared returned from class. He was the impoverished student Heather had been sponsoring for years. To save him from dormitory expenses, she had him live in our house.

Jared kicked off his shoes and flopped