My Parasite Husband Thought I Was Poor, Until I Fired Him
Language: en
Inside the luxury postpartum recovery retreat, I had just picked up a rare white pineberry from the fruit platter. Tiffany's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she let out a loud sob. Beatrice snatched the platter out of my hands. "You’re a grown woman, Chloe! How dare you fight with Tiffany over food! Have you no shame?" I was about to press the call button to ask the nurse for another platter, but my husband, William, stopped me with a dark expression. "That box of strawberries cost fifty dollars! Can't you eat something cheaper?" "You should check out tomorrow and finish your…