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My so-called CEO husband, Edward Pierce, thought pregnant women were brainless, and I, Anna Ryan, had to run every expense over 30 bucks by him. The day I started showing signs of a possible miscarriage, he turned down my request for a one-thousand-dollar procedure. "Do you know that one thousand dollars is what many people live on for a whole month?" he said. "I don't earn money for you to leech off me," he added. Because the procedure wasn't done in time, I lost my baby. As soon as I got off the operating table, his childhood friend Claire Linwood, who had just come back from abroad, posted on her social media. The photo showed a two-million-dollar Ocean Heart necklace. She included a caption: [Thanks for treating me like a princess, just like you did when we were kids, no matter what it takes.] She tagged Edward. I didn't make a big fuss as I used to. Actually, I simply liked the post. And I texted: [That's great. Let him treat you like a queen forever.]