Lighting up His Life with Regret
Even after being married for three years, my husband treats me like a stranger.
When I throw up blood from pregnancy complications, he's in the prayer room chanting for his foster sister, Yvie Springton. He accuses me of being dramatic.
If Yvie so much as gets a headache, he drops everything and flies overseas to be by her side.
When his parents are in critical condition after a car crash, I beg him to go see them one last time. But what does he do? He claims I'm cursing Yvie.
When I go into early labor and cling to life after giving birth to our son, he posts a photo of his international boarding pass on social media.
At his parents' funeral, he returns to the country with Yvie and demands I leave the marriage with nothing.
The day our divorce finalizes, he holds a wedding ceremony with her.
I bury his parents alone.
Then, at an exclusive auction, dead set on winning the famous painting for Yvie, he offered a staggering price. Even his accounts are frozen. That's when he finally realizes he's been disowned by the Springton family.
His eyes are bloodshot, and he's furious as he demands answers. I simply gesture for my lawyer to step forward.
He says, "Mr. Springton, take a look at this will."