For 35 Years, I Kissed the Accomplice of Mom's Killer

On the very first day of our marriage, my billionaire husband Randall Ottinger set up a shared financial system to put me to the test.

It wasn’t until our thirty-fifth year of marriage that he finally swept his hand and threw me a magnificent birthday party.

But on my way there, I got into a car accident and ended up in the hospital.

Short on money, I had no choice but to ask him for a $2500 loan for surgery.

But the next second, he rejected me.