Money Can't Buy Back a Dead Heart
Peter Crowley finds out that it's been three days since I last lodged a purchase request from him. Thinking that I've finally learned how to become a good wife, he decides to text me as a form of reward.
"I've already restored your adoptive mother's treatment privileges. You should be more docile from now on. Don't keep lying just to ask for more money from me.
"I know that it's tough, being from the bottom rung of the society and all, but I'm not a gullible idiot, you know."
What Peter doesn't know is that I've already finished drafting a divorce agreement by the time I receive his text.
Before leaving the manor, the only thing I can take with me is the white T-shirt and the jeans I wore when I first married into this family.
No one will ever believe that I, the glamorous and radiant Mrs. Crowley, don't have enough decent clothes to take up an entire closet.
Every cent meant for any private expenses needs to go through a corporate approval system. All of the fancy clothes and jewelry are locked up in a safe, too.
If I ever need money, I'll have to submit a request to Peter's secretary, Cara Harden.
This is all because Peter looks down on my background. He thinks that I'll somehow develop a bad habit of spending money excessively just because I've married rich.
But three days ago, my adoptive mother was in critical condition. I quickly put in a request for 200 thousand dollars for her surgical bills, only for Cara to drag out the approval system's procession. In the end, my adoptive mother died in the hospital.
Peter has no idea that the only reason why I can tolerate his behavior for so many years is for the sake of the medical resources that can cure my adoptive mother.
Now that my adoptive mother is dead, there's no need for me to continue staying in this marriage.