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My father was critically ill. It was an emergency. All flights and bus tickets were sold out that day, except for one business-class seat that cost 1200 dollars. My husband, a CEO earning 150 thousand dollars a month, frowned at the price. He said, "Do you even know what 1200 dollars means to this family?" Then he snapped, "You sit at home all day enjoying life while I work my fingers to the bone." After that, he cut off my cards and hid my phone, and I missed my father's final moments. After the funeral, I saw his Instagram post—a birthday celebration for one of his interns. The cheapest thing he gave her was a black swan cake worth 3300 dollars.