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My billionaire husband always thought I married him for his money, so I had to account for every penny I spent. The day his mother was critically ill, I asked him for 2 thousand for her surgery. He snapped, "How dare you use my mother as an excuse to get money? Why don't you say it's your own mother who's dying?" Left with no choice, I sold my jewelry to cover the surgery costs. But when I went to pay, I found all the money in my card had been transferred. Just as I was about to call the police, my husband called. He said, "Did you steal luxury items from the house to cash in? I've already reported it. "How many times do I have to say it? My money isn't for you to squander. From now on, your allowance is cut in half." Due to the delayed surgery, his mother passed away. While I was arranging her funeral, my husband's first love posted a picture of a luxury supercar worth 30 million. She posted: [The one who loves me remains as devoted as in our youth.] I liked the post and commented: [Yeah, back when he still had a mother.]