She Spent My Ransom on Her Ex, Now I'm Dead
Language: en
The day I was kidnapped, the abductors called my fiancée of five years, demanding a $50,000 ransom. But she only sounded irritated on the other end. "Ethan, you know I don't have that kind of money." "I just lent our remaining fifty thousand to Julian." My fiancée was supposedly poor, yet she didn’t hesitate for a second to give away all our savings to rescue her childhood crush. But after my death, as my spirit floated by her side, I discovered the truth. She was actually a billionaire heiress from New York's elite high society. She hung up the phone and laughed about it with her…