Millions for Her, Not Our Son

My billionaire husband, Finley Anderson, spent tens of millions on an art graduation exhibition for the college student he'd been sponsoring for two years, yet refused to pay twenty thousand dollars for our son's medical treatment.

After our son died of severe diarrhea and dehydration right before my eyes, I handed him divorce papers with a heart full of despair.

When he saw the death certificate attached to the papers, Finley couldn't help but let out a laugh:

"Sorry, I never thought diarrhea could actually kill someone."

"I know you're upset, but it's okay. Lily's due in three days."