He Faked Sickness, I Spent MillionsChapter 1
After entering a shotgun marriage with my CEO husband, my mom and my sister naturally moved into the Foster Estate to live off the family.
When my feet swelled during pregnancy, he would wash his hands and massage them for me.
Before the baby was even born, he had already chosen an heir’s name.
But when my CEO husband, Ryan Foster, was diagnosed with a terminal illness, incurable and irreversible, I was the first to burn through a million dollars of savings.
I quickly terminated the pregnancy and jumped on the trend of posting TikTok “Cheers to Myself” videos, designed to provoke.
Facing the camera, I smiled and said, “First glass, to my younger self. I was lucky enough to finish school with the help of kind strangers and part-time jobs to pay tuition, then married into wealth.”
“Second glass, still to myself. After Ryan got sick, I chose to end my pregnancy. That took courage—I didn’t want a child to hold me back in life.”
The online backlash was explosive, people furious at my shamelessness.
I only chuckled softly.
“Don’t be so quick to judge. Soon, all of you will owe me an apology.”