My husband pretended to be poor and cheated me to pay off my debts, but he took a small three world tour. I decisively hid the cancer list and left.

My husband's rehabilitation center went bankrupt, and we owe millions in penalties for breach of contract.

I left my kids with my parents and started working two jobs every day.

Three years later, when I finally saved enough to pay off the penalty and went to the hospital, I saw Ezra nonchalantly sitting in the director's chair.

The director and head nurse, who always targeted me, were flattering him:

"Director, Dr. Nora has been working extremely hard lately. She just completed a 48-hour shift without sleep."